That moment when you smack your head after realizing that you could have saved yourself literally years of agony if you had only decided long, long ago to have someone come to your house in the morning to help get the kids ready for school, amirite?

If you haven’t had the pleasure of knowing this experience, let me lay it out for you:  having a part-time nanny or similarly situated individual come to your house to make your children go pee, get them dressed, and give them something to eat besides a half-eaten Wendy’s Frosty you find in your freezer is SO GREAT.

Yesterday, I dragged myself out of bed at 6:30 and made myself some coffee.  Our newly appointed mother’s helper (or parent’s helper, or child care assistant, etc., for the political correctness-minded among you) let herself in the house to wake my sleeping munchkins while I enjoyed my shower.

I have been wanting to do this for a long time, as my mornings are stressful and I struggle to get my kids ready for school and get them there on time.  I’m a little better during the afternoon pick-up routine, because said routine consists primarily of driving, but I find that I’m always rushing, if not a few minutes late … usually not late enough to warrant a charge for making the daycare people wait for me, but late enough for them to look tired and annoyed when I run in the door blaming traffic for my tardiness.

So my new girl comes over at 7 a.m., does whatever I haven’t managed to do with the kids that still needs be done, and then puts the kids in her car and whisks them away while I have more coffee, clean the kitchen, scramble out the door to get to work/a meeting on time (still working on that one), or do whatever else I like.  Anything but the roughly 45 minutes it takes me to drive two children to one school, take two children out of the car and deposit one of them at that school, return remaining child to vehicle for transfer to second location, do the walk of shame through the office to sign in late, walk child down to preschool room (the second walk of shame), then drive home.

The only trouble we had the first day is when my four-year-old froze up suddenly, when she realized that Mommy was not coming with her.  We even did a test run a few days earlier, although that was in my car and I think the concept did not fully hit her until she realized that the next time would not include Mommy.  So I ended up riding in the front seat that morning.  Everything was fine after that.  My two-year-old was not even fazed by getting in a strange car without Mommy, which makes me consider whether I should be stepping up the safety education for this kid.

Anyway, if you have ever considered that you may need some help getting the kids out the door in the morning, even for just a fleeting moment, it’s likely a sign that your kids and your sanity would benefit greatly from bringing on some assistance in your morning routine.  I can’t believe I persisted this long without the help.  Chances are you will have the same thought if my mornings sound like yours, and you finally decide to make your life easier by having another body in the house to make mornings happen.

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