It is precisely 8:49 am as I begin to type this and already my day has been interesting! Who knows how long it will take me to get this published.
Let me start with the fact that hubby is sick – something respiratory! For many of you I probably needn’t say more, but for those of you who like a story this involves much coughing, hacking, tossing and turning through the night as one by one some of the youngest children join us, read on. (Yes we are horrible parents who occasionally are so tired we end up with several children sharing our bed . . . this would have never happened with the oldest three children though!)
I awoke this morning to discover our 4 year old had somehow climbed into our bed (in the middle no less) without my noticing in the night. I heard Baby Bug running across the living room to come join us and not a peep out of Monkey Boy (thank goodness for something). Oh, and I think that answers a rather obvious question . . . yes, our 21 month old twins know how to get out of their cribs! They began practicing this lovely maneuver shortly after they turned 15 months and mastered it shortly after they were 18 months ~ oh the joy!
My husband’s alarm goes of at an inhumane hour, and it is on my side of the bed, so if he doesn’t get up right away it is up to me to start the nudging! He actually thinks this is rather amusing and it honestly has saved him from tardiness many times over the years. Hubby did finally get up . . . lights went on . . . a general rustling about was heard and the door opening and closing and opening and closing (did I mention that our front door isn’t very quiet?) until he finally decided to leave for work. Thankfully Monkey boy still slept on, but the Lion and Baby Bug were somewhat awake. I looked at the clock (I have to practically touch it with my nose to see it LOL) and it was 4am . . . 4 AM?!? I waited for a few minutes until all was quiet next to me and then I decided to get up and start my day.
Unbelievably I was able to shower, get granola made, spend a little quiet time and check email before it was time to get the older boys up to get ready for school. I was shocked at all I was able to accomplish (though I’m pretty sure I’ll be paying for it shortly).
Onward goes the day though, so in to wake the oldest two I went, much mumbling and groaning begins as I shoo the oldest into the shower (something he has decided he shouldn’t have to do each day – sigh – but for heavens’ sake he is 12 years old!) and inform The Salesman (9yr) that he must gather his clothes and get a hair cut – shockingly (ha) he just looked at me with a blank stare. Yes, you read that right I decided that his mangy locks must be brought into submission right here and now (well, at 6:40 this morning).
I HAVE to multitask when I do anything though, so sure enough as I’m cutting his hair, constantly reminding Son1 that he must finish up and giving him a countdown, Monkey boy strolls into the room “good morng, good morng” (if you happen to be a bit baby language challenged that means “good morning”) and tries to walk through the hair. I gather him up in his blankie and set him on a chair with a sippy cup to finish the job. Thankfully Tater was getting up about that time so I told him to get in line as I ordered Son1 out of the shower . . . “there are two more waiting to get in for Heavens’ sake!”.
The process continues as I begin on Tater. He is a small and very thin little boy, so his hair gets crazy out of control as it grows. He’s also one of the three of our children who were given a combination of the crazy thickness of mommy and daddy’s hair. It actually begins to look like it has a life all it’s own, so it needed to go!
OK, two haircuts down, two showers down, one in the process, breakfast is ready to go into bowls, make sandwiches for lunch. Did I mention that baby Bug arrived in the kitchen in the middle of the process of haircut number 2? Of course he did! Can’t miss out on all the fun now can he?
The kids really did have to keep on truckin’ this morning in order to get out the door in time. About 5 minutes before it was time for them to leave for school I noticed that it was still shockingly dark outside and it sounded rather loud out there too. Freezing rain had decided to make it’s appearance as the boys needed to go out and wait for the bus . . . I told them simply to wait on the porch for the bus to arrive.
Now I am looking outside at a crazy snow/rain mix that just does not seem to be stopping as I contemplate the rest of my day . . . after all I still have errands to run this afternoon and a Graham Cracker House making party to go to at The Salesman’s class (thank you mom!). Hmmm ~ we’ll see!