Every evening, my husband sets out my childrens uniforms. He cleans out the lunch box of my son and washes the thermos. He sets out the can of ravioli.
I heat up the ravioli, pack Mikes lunch, make coffee, administer meds, and make sure they are dressed and out the door.
He winds up cleaning up the mess due to time constraints of getting out of the house. He feeds the cats because his bicycle is in the way.
We used to wake up at 7am when my car ran properly. Now, we wake up at 5:40am.
Til next time, *l0v3y