Yep. That’s how this morning has been. I’ve only been awake for 2 hours.
My youngest, A, took a very late, very long nap last night. When I came to bed, she woke up. So for the next 2 hours, I was up and down with her. She’d crawl into my bed, I’d cuddle with her for a little while, let her fall back asleep and then carry her to her bed. Then Repeat.
She finally stayed in her bed and I got some sleep. Then, at 4:30 this morning, there she was, standing quietly beside my bed. Yeah.. I about had a heart attack, rolling over and there’s a little head (a cute little head, but still lol) waiting for me to wake up. And so my morning starts.
She laid down and watched a movie on my kindle for about 30 minutes, until she decided it was breakfast time. Tired Mommy stumbles to the kitchen and makes her some breakfast. I decide that this morning, my bed can be her breakfast table… I’m just too tired. But within minutes of my place my head on my pillow, Hubby’s alarm goes off. *SIGH* Maybe, just maybe, A will finish her breakfast and realize she’s tired and will fall asleep but I’m up and dressed after only a few short minutes. I suppose 5:30 in the morning is as good of time as any to do dishes and start laundry. Another sigh.
After potty time, breakfast clean up and cartoon searching, I’m pooped. My eyes are dropping and I’m sure it’s got to be around 8:30 by now (I have an appointment at 10 and errands to do before hand), but for some reason, the clock tells me that it’s only a few minutes after 6. Oh Boy… I sit down and have some breakfast. Maybe then I will wake up. But I don’t. I pull myself off the computer chair, away from Facebook (which of course had nothing to help me wake up lol) and into the kitchen. I start laundry, then do dishes. PHEW! Is it nap time yet? 6:30… UGH!
My oldest wakes up. We water the plants outside, take the puppy out to go potty, it starts raining (of course it does..). I cut up some apples for her breakfast. Now its 7:00. Oh.. my… gosh…
M (my son – middle child) is awake now. Morning, love. No response. He’s lazily staring at the tv. I go about putting the watering stuff away and he comes into the kitchen; now it’s his breakfast time. He wants donuts (the mini white kind). Ok, easy enough. I ask him to get dressed and I will have them ready for him. All of this sounds like it’s going well until:
M – “MOMMY! A is washing her hands when I wanted to wash mine!” he is nearly crying. Me – “It’s ok, just ask her to scoot over and you both can wash your hands.” M – “NO! She’s using my stool and I don’t want her to!” Me – “Ok, just ask her to use her stool, then you can have your stool back.” M – “NO! I don’t want to do anything with her!!!” and he crosses his arms and storms into his room. Me – “Ok, you can go back to bed.” I am barely managing not to bang my head onto my desk. M – “NO!” *SIGH* BIG HUGE SIGH
He gets dressed and eats, then starts whining again because A is trying to put on his watch. Then, gets mad when she yells at him for taking her watch. If I sigh anymore, I think I might run out of breathe and pass out. But I sigh again. (darn.. didn’t pass out lol)
I pour myself a glass of water, and head to the computer to blog about this wonderful morning. And here I am, at the end and my eyes keep shutting. I rub them open, yawn, sip water and tell myself to make it to nap time. Then K (my oldest) reminds me that the neighbor boy is coming over today to play and how excited they are that he’s coming to play.