Racing
Faking Picture PerfectAt 6:30 am, I hear a cough and a cry. I race to the next room. It’s Kyle. Luckily, it’s just a cough, and no other smelly liquids were involved, and he asks to watch TV. I lay back down in bed exhausted for 10 more minutes until the alarm goes off. Then I’m racing again. Get the girl up. Pull out some clothes, encourage her to get dressed quickly like 15 times. Pack a lunch. Go back into her room to remind her that she is supposed to get her pants on too. Meanwhile, I’ve done 10 other things. It’s 30 minutes of racing in the morning. Reminding. Coaching. Begging. Hurry up! is said more than once. She is off to school successfully. I scarf down some breakfast, and then, the baby is up and my race begins again just seconds later. Get him dressed. Feed him. Meanwhile, encourage Kyle that going to school today would be more fun than going to the grocery store with me. He agrees. We race to get him ready. Race to get to his school on time. We drive from his







