Then we haggle for the next 15 minutes about the logic of going potty before having breakfast (as he sits there wiggling and fidgeting before finally agreeing).   After that task is completed we haggle some more about what we are willing to eat for said meal.  (French fries are not an option for instance.)   I finally have him convinced that cereal really is not such a bad idea and he eats it sitting in his little yellow chair in front of the coffee table.

I go back into the kitchen and finally pour myself a cup of coffee.   I then sit down with my planner and notebook to collect my thoughts and plan my day.   And at this point I see that it is already time for me to make his lunch and get myself dressed and ready to drive him to preschool. Sigh.

The next half hour consists of me getting ready to go, and nagging him to get ready to go.    The nagging doesn't work, so I soon resort to bribes or threats.    By 9:00 a.m. we are finally heading out the door.   Late again, but at least he is ready and at least we are going.

We arrive at the preschool (luckily we are never the only ones late) and after I kiss my sweet little boy goodbye and wish him a happy day at preschool, I give a big sigh of relief and drive myself home.

On arriving home, happily the coffee is still hot.   I never finished my first cup so I dump it out and pour a fresh one and finally sit down to plan my tasks for the day.  I usually can complete this task before leaving for the preschool, but it doesn't always happen.   And at this point since it is already into my "work day," I find it hard to concentrate on the task at hand because my mind is immediately distracted thinking about the various tasks that I already know I have to do.    I get up and go into my office to check my email again and see if I have any voice mail messages.

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