It was one of those mornings when we were all trying to get out of the house at the same time to get GGirl to school and then off on other errands. It was time to leave and MMan was lost in his imagination driving a busload of passengers (the staircase) and holding on to his steering wheel (rubbermaid lid) for dear life. So in an effort to get out the door without a meltdown, I told him to get in the car and he could drive in the car. That appeased my public transit wannabe. Except then GGirl wanted to drive in the car too and made a break for my rubbermaid cabinet (in the opposite direction of the door we were trying to get out of) to get her own "steering wheel".
Oh, no you don't! Just like every other house in this country, the bottoms and tops of my rubbermaid container rarely match up when I want them to and we are certainly not taking them to get lost in the abyss that is the back-seat of my van.
So with a quick thought I sent GGirl to go grab plastic plates. And we were out the door. On time.
All in a morning with small children. I wouldn't trade it for anything -except maybe the cup of coffee that I never got this morning, yawn.