Here was my morning:
Woke up from an apparently deep sleep.
I did NOT want to wake up, even though I had gotten almost 8 hours of sleep
When I get sleep, apparently my body does NOT want to give it up!
I was exhausted last night after Night of Excellence
I didn’t even wake up for my normal 4am potty run
(kids have ruined my bladder and apparently, it is now a habit to go to the bathroom then)
I only remember waking up around 4 or 5 to pull my 2-year-old into bed when he came in….
(another normal occurrence)
When I did wake up, other than not wanting to wake up,
I had a MONSTER headache and wasn’t feeling great
Ugh. I hate mornings. I don’t get morning people.
Luckily, the older two got themselves up, dressed, and breakfast without us nagging
The 5-year-old (kindergartener) woke up about the same time as we did – which is way too early for him
I finally got up to get lunches made,
chug down some water and drugs
(and bathroom – since I didn’t wake up and go in the middle of the night!)
Took the older two to school
and told the 5-year-old to get dressed for school – like I always do – while I was gone
I get back home and ask where the 5-year-old is?
He is usually dressed and eating breakfast with his dad
My husband said he ran upstairs just before I came in the door
Ugh! He must not be dressed and ran off before I got home to get dressed
Joseph needs to be meaner stricter with getting him ready.
I ask him if he wants Oatmeal (so I can make it and it has time to cool) or cereal for breakfast – he replied cereal and toast. Mind you, the last two mornings he has asked for scrambled eggs one morning and Noodles the other (yes, we let him eat noodles – odd request, but whatever)
Not much later,
I hear the treadmill on in my room.
What is he doing now?!?!
He yells something about Ice Cream on the treadmill?
Yeah, now it not the time to work off some ice cream in the treadmill (he hadn’t had ice cream, so I had no idea what that was about.)
I tell him for the MILLIONTH time to get the freak dressed!
He fools around longer…
FINALLY comes down dressed
In jeans with a ripped knee.
Arg! At this point I don’t care.
I get his shoes on and take him FINALLY in for breakfast
He then says he wants Oatmeal
Yeah – NO FREAKING WAY
He has 10 minutes until the bus arrives.
No way we have time for that anymore…
Mind you, he was up almost 2 HOURS before the bus comes!
He gets his breakfast eaten – finally
And is ready to go just before the bus pulls up
Many days, I don’t know what we would do, if the bus didn’t come right outside our house….
He doesn’t want me to walk him across the yard to the bus anymore
I must stand on the porch and wave to him from there
Of course the little twerp is adorable and is blowing me kisses from the bus
I don’t think my voice works anymore
Not that I would ever yell at my kids
*shifty eyes*
I am pretty sure getting him ready on mornings like this, should be considered a form of torture by the UN.
I come back in the house and realize I didn’t give him is toast
I give the 2-year-old his slice and then just ate the 5-year-old’s myself
It was good 🙂 It was good to get some food in my belly too!
I decided it was time to head back to bed!
The 2-year-old is good and fairly quiet most of the time
(really, for the most part, that boy is a blessing. He is well behaved, and easy going for his tired mom)
He happily just came with me to play in the toy room while I laid down.
I got in my room and saw this:
Ahhhhh… that is what he was talking about Ice Cream and the treadmill… Makes sense now
Now laying down,
The 2-year-old just rolled next me and bit my arm!
What the?!?! He never bites….
*sigh* this is what I get for getting some deep sleep…
I’ll try not to make this mistake again.
(he is happily back to playing in the toy room again)
Time for a nap! and for this headache to go away!
