Wake up to alarm, flip on light, no snooze; carefully make bed, pulling up sheet; shower with assorted collection of scented shower gels plus soap; cleanse face; shampoo, conditioner, detangler then comb; fold towel loosely and hang to dry; dress in carefully coordinated outfits with matching camis; put folded pj's neatly on top of bed to wear again; turn off light; eat breakfast; assemble lunch, ask mom to please make sandwich; eat breakfast that mom made or make own scrambled eggs with cheese; brush and floss teeth; put on shoes, take off, reposition socks, and try again; walk to the bus stop with time to spare.
Wake up at random times; step over dirty clothes to turn on the light; kick aside twisted football girdle from the night before to close bathroom door; start shower while sitting on the toilet, get up and don't flush; stand under steaming water with no soap, shampoo, or fan; leave pj's on floor, curtain open, mirror fogged and exit; throw used zit pad on dresser; drop towel on the floor because rack is maxed out with two dirty towels prior; leave light on and come to family room with boxers appearing uncomfortably contorted at the waistband and water droplets cascading down the back; plop on the couch with phone in hand or race to finish homework, asking mom how the printer works; fix a bowl of cereal leaving a trail of Os on the countertop, next to the milk jug and empty box of cereal, below the cabinet left slightly ajar and above the open silverware drawer; throw on clothes in monochromatic colors; ask, "Have you seen my shoes?"; answer mom who wants to know, "Did you brush your teeth?" by saying, "I will when I get a cavity."; accidentally sit on the napping dog while putting on shoes with new, white socks that turned brown after a week; casually walk out the door with headphones in place; call mom from the bus stop to bring something forgotten, but desperately needed. Repeat M-F. (Older child only.)
NATURE vs. NURTURE?
I know where I stand. God, I love being a woman.