I wake up to someone opening my bedroom door, there is a light on in the hall and a crying baby in the other room. After informing my 3 yr old that it is much to early to be awake I give them both a glass of milk and with a little luck I get to go back to bed.
6:10 am:
I am woken up again this time my 3 yr old is pulling on my arm and informing it is time to make pancakes. Since "the sun is up" I lose the argument that its too early to be awake so I allow myself to be pulled into the kitchen and bullied into making scrabbled eggs and pancakes.
FYI: breakfast at our house mostly consists of cold cereal. I hardly ever make anything as crazy as pancakes in the morning those are normally reserved for "breakfast for dinner" days. So the fact that I'm doing this on a Friday morning which happens to also be the one day that my husband is picking up donuts from a eagle scout fundraiser we ordered is just bizarre. Donuts will have to wait for tomorrow I suppose.
6:30 am:
While I'm working on pancakes my husband comes into the kitchen ready for work and since I have breakfast well in hand he gets to go pick up the donuts and head straight to work...maybe I'll never see the deliciously unhealthy Krispy Kremes after all.
7:45 am:
Breakfast is over. Both girls have eaten and I have just finished the last batch of pancakes. I make small pancakes so I have 72 leftover. I'll freeze most of them so that next time pancakes are in demand I can pop them in the microwave and go back to bed (one can dream).
9:00 am:
Surprisingly both my girls and I are dressed in normal/cute clothes and the kitchen is cleanish. No, I didn't do the dishes yet, but the front room is clean and so is the girls bedroom. Wow I feel like Super Mom right now!
10:00 am:
I'm watching a friends little boy who is best friends with my 3 yr old. They are getting along and all is fine. Even if the Super Mom feeling has faded.
10:45 am:
My mom calls just to talk. Yay for adult conversation!
11:15 am:
Someone is crying so I hang up the phone and rinse hand sanitizer out of someones eye.
12:45 pm:
We are eating lunch and the Super Mom feeling is long forgotten. I'm trying really hard not to yell at my kids, and I need to find a pillow to punch. All the "mom, Mom, mom, MOM MOM MOM MOM" is on my last nerve how many time do I need to ask what before you stop yelling my name and tell me what you want, its not like I'm even in the other room or something I'm right next to you just spit it out child. The house looks like a tornado hit and Dad is not going to be happy when he gets home to find that 2 different versions of Risk have been intermixed because there is no way I'm going to figure out what armies belong in what box. Good luck babe, hope you enjoyed your donuts this morning.
1:00 pm:
I'm thinking up an earned to invent so that the minute my husband gets home I can make an escape and to give me something to hold on to my sanity with for a few more hours....but that is no longer necessary because at this exact moment my mother in law calls and asks me if she can take my 3 yr old out for the afternoon. I am beyond blessed to live just around the corner from grandparents. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
3:00 pm: My 1 yr old is sleeping, my 3 yr old is on a date with her Grammy, and I'm writing about my day because its helping. It will remain a mystery as to when my house will look as good as it did at 9 this morning so I will be content that who ever reads this will know that my house was clean once today and that is good enough or me.
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| here is some proof |
...maybe I'll clean my house a second time today oh and this time I can listen to the music I want to listen too...
These kind of days do not last forever. I am glad you got a little break to tell us about it. I should post about a day in the life of a mom of a teenager or teenagers, but that is not how I get through tough days. I am so very glad it works for you. I love hearing about your every day life.
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