Is it me or...

is it that 90% of the time I try super hard to make it somewhere on time (or even early) with my 2 little girls it seems impossible?!

I wake up and extra 15 minutes early, get them milk, get them dressed, start feeding them breakfast with a good 30 minutes to spare and right after I start feeling like Supermom ready to pack the car with the huge diaper bag, a bookbag, a lunchbag and bc I'm going to make it out the door 5 minutes earlier than intended...unbeknownst to me while joyfully enjoying her bananas, the 11 month old packs a supernova #2 by the power of 10 into her diaper, my 3 yr old also starts yelling that she needs to unload a supernova and needs help getting her button & zippered pants off of course right in the midst of cleaning the galactic mess that of course made it's way to the Milky Way through her clothes and now needs a bath.  By now of course my 3 year old is screaming that she's going to go in her pants if I don't help her right away.

Ok, ok this is just one instance but the variables with children are endless!

I hope I'm not the only mother that goes through something like this almost everyday...

Lord, I need a triple portion of grace today!!