I feel like I post this too often. Disclaimer: I'm not that much of a basket case, I just don't generally make a post for "everything is going fine today." It's like either everything is okay, or I crash and burn, there is no in between.
There were a few minor bumps in the road this a.m., but at first nothing noteworthy: DD went back to sleep after her alarm, I realized I forgot to turn the dishwasher on last night. NBD. Then we get to the bus stop, the bus is coming, I look at DD, and she doesn't have her backpack. "Where is your backpack?" I ask her. She looks over her shoulder, and shifts to full-on crisis mode. The bus is pulling up to our stop, she's about to burst into tears, so like a dummy I say "Don't worry, I'll drop it off." She gets on the bus smiling.
I go home and tell DH I have to leave right then to drop DD's backpack. I figure 10 minutes there, 10 minutes back, and I'll be at roughly the normal starting point of my daily commute. NBD. Except it's not 10 there, 10 back--with school traffic it's more like 15 there, 20 back, plus waiting for the crossing guard to let me cross from the parking lot to the school. For which I was yelled at (
"STOP!!!"), because I thought if the cars were stopped to let kids out, I could cross, but it turns out that you have to wait for the crossing guard to tell you that you can cross. Even if you're a grownup. Oops.
Now I am leaving way later than I normally do, and traffic is exponentially worse. I make it to work half an hour later than usual, which means I will have to leave later than I normally do, which means traffic will also be exponentially worse on the way to get the kids.
The cherry on top: I skipped my makeup so I could get a head start on dropping off the backpack, on the theory that I could slap some on in my office when I got to work. Guess who forgot her makeup? I never go to work makeup-less, I feel like hiding out in my office all day.

Nobody is injured, nothing is broken, Wooz has her backpack, and tomorrow is another day.
ETA: I forgot the part where DH got in the shower, I went to kiss DS goodbye, and he stank to high heaven. He was already changed and dressed, and the part of me that was rushing to get out the door wanted to tell DH to deal with it when he got out of the shower. But I changed him. Tick-tock, tick-tock.