Am I Lazy?

Last week my son called me LAZY... to my face!  Now that was a very disrespectful thing for him to say, but he said it because he was mad at me for not driving him to a friend's house so he could hang out.  That friend lives nearly 30 minutes away, and he had already just come back from school.  I almost got mad, but then I thought about how ridiculous his accusation was.  I'm a lot of things, but Lazy is not one of them.  When I consider my day, and all that I do in it, I realize that I'm about the furthest thing from Lazy that there is.  At 6:20 a.m. my alarm goes off, and I bolt straight up, barely having any time to stretch or wipe my eyes.  A few minutes later, I'm getting the coffee ready for the 3 of us in the house who will drink it, and I make a pretty good pot of coffee, even though the coffee maker is broken ( I have to repeatedly switch the "on" button back on, some mechanism is broken, and it only "stays" on after a few switches).  I then ask the youngest daughter, MCB, if she wants a smoothie, which, 4 times out of 5, she does, so I make the smoothie:  one banana, one carton of strawberry or peach yogurt, frozen peaches, strawberries, and pineapples, and about a 1/2 cup of guava juice.  This helps her start her day and provides for some good sources of protein and fruit and dairy.  Some days I'll make cheese omelettes, sometimes I make fried rice, occassionally I'll make oatmeal or grits, and often I'll let them just eat Eggo Waffles.

Next, I ask my other daughter if she wants a sandwich, which, 4 times out of 5, she does, and so I toast the bread, add just enough mustard on both sides of the bread, place a slice of cheese, 4 pieces of turkey breast, and a couple pieces of lettuce, for a wonderful sandwich.  Sometimes I'll put together her lunch, but most days it's just the sandwich. 

By now it's about 6:45a.m., and it's time to let the dog outside, give him a treat, and feed him.  I then search the carpool list to see who's driving, and who's riding home with whom, and sign permission slips, and find out what the weather is like so the kids won't freeze, and make sure all the breakfast items are put away, and put the wet laundry from the night before into the dryer, and find the checkbook for a school service project, and help my husband find his car keys, and get ready for my walk through the neigbhorhood, then drive the kids to the carpool location 4 minutes away, and make sure the dog gets to ride in the car, and back home again; by this time, it's 7:10 a.m., not even a full hour after I've been awake! 

So I decided not to even take my son's comments to heart, because I knew better, that I'm not Lazy, that is.