Love spending time with the kids on the weekends and having the day to not worry about getting them to school and waiting for them to get home only to rush through homework and dinner! Really I do!! Really I do, stop rolling your eyes at me LOL I only wish Baby had a wee less energy, the kids appreciated the gift of sleeping in, a shower wasn’t a sneak attack process, they could occasionally act like they like each other, and I didn’t always open my big fat mouth at the wrong time.
“Mommy can I get up and watch tv?” Daughter one. I look at the clock and it is 6:30am. I’ve been in bed since 2am because I got lost in a book. “Uh no. Go back to sleep.” Roll over, and try to reconnect with the dream I was having…something about the sound of the ocean, the sunrise, and peace.
“Mommy can I get up and play the game cube?” Oldest son. I look at the clock and it is 7:08am. SIGH. “No. Just because the sun is up does not mean you need to be.”
Now where is that ocean roar?
“I see you! I get you! I play! I play! Peek-a-boo! “Then incoherent babbling. Look up to see the red lines on the baby monitor moving back and forth from low to high. Roll over look at the window, see the sun peeking through the curtains.
“Mom, can I please play video games now?” Oldest son, again. Look at the clock and it’s 8:55am. Time to get up I suppose. Get up go to the kitchen realize I let the last pot of coffee sit too long and now I need to clean the mold remnants out if I want a cup. Boo. Try to work through the fog in my brain. Sooo not happening.
Decide on waffles, eggs and bacon for breakfast. But first I MUST have caffeine. Run to Starbucks, STILL in my pajamas. Make a mental note that the cat must have been locked in the garage all night- trash is torn into and there is a pile of cat puke on the floor. Gag. Starbucks drive thru is BUSY. Get a text that the waffles are ready- thanks to the man, but there isn’t enough peanut butter. Leave Starbucks. Stop at the gas station by my house, they don’t carry it. Go into Marsh STILL in my PJ’s, the mother’s selling Girl Scout cookies look at me like I’m crazy. Reach up to see if I brushed my hair. Must have pulled it into a ponytail- I don’t remember. Grab the peanut butter, crunchy and creamy then go home.
Make the eggs. Baby keeps opening the refrigerator, sitting on the shelf telling me “I go bye bye.” Redirect her, three times. Help the man serve the kids. Eat waaay too much food. Tummy hurts. Clean up the kitchen. Make the girls take a shower. Go to find something in son’s closet to discover he has hidden all the clothes he doesn’t like in a basket in the back of the closet.
Make him put them away. Take the basket.
Kids go down to family room to play and happily take baby with them. Arguing. “Stop that.” Peruse a wedding magazine and realize this stuff is crazy expensive.
Go to bathroom and eye my bed on the way. Go back to the bed Just to 'sit' and collapse. Where is that ocean roar?
Fall asleep. Phone wakes me. Get up grab clothes. Maybe I can get in a shower while the kids are distracted by Mario kart. Baby wants to escape big sister. Tell big sister to leave her alone and let her play what she wants. Jump in shower and wash as quickly as I can to the music of the baby at the door crying because I actually want to have clean hair today.
Get out and slather on lotion because I have the world’s driest skin. Baby insists she must have some. Give it to her or endure her newfound two year old fits? I give her lotion. She mimics me rubbing it on my arms. That makes me smile.
Getting dressed baby points up and says “Boobies.” SIGH fabulous. Then she discovers my belly fat and decides it is fun to jiggle. Yep thanks! She wants to get dressed too and is very adamnant about it. Get her clothes, dress her. Let her put on more lotion. Play blow fish face with her. Which momentarily entertains her, until she notices my belly fat again. Blah!
Go into bathroom while she is distracted. Blow dry hair only to look in mirror and discover it is a parched, poofy mess. Ah crap! Is that a pimple? Here a noise coming from other bathroom. Go to check. Baby is sitting inside the tub, still wet from my shower- emptying the contents of a $6.00 bottle of shampoo into the drain. She sees me. “I get out?” Uh yeah. Get her out, put her in time out. Bac into bathroom to try to fix the mess I call hair. Listen to her wail.
Let her get up. She decides to ‘help’ me in the bathroom- which means get into everything that can open. Get blush on one cheek, take something from her. Blush on other cheek, take something from her. Mascara on upper eyelashes, take something from her. Lower, take something from her. Brush my teeth, she wants to brush hers. Maybe it will occupy her. She copies me again, it makes me smile.
Finally done. Double check when movie starts. Tell kids to clean up and get ready to go. Manage to start the wrong conversation at the wrong time with the man and wish for a rewind button.
“Go bye- bye?” Baby. “Yes, but we need shoes and socks for you.” She runs off. “I get it! I get it!” Stand in the hall and call to her that I have some. She cries down the hall until she realizes I have socks. Get them on her.
Talk to the man who is definitely not happy about the random thought that I blurted out without filtering.
Send kids to get in the car.
Apologize for being an idiot.
Go to garage to discover kids chasing each other around the car in the garage. Once- twice- three times almost stepping in the cat vomit. Gross. Tell them they are ridiculous and to get in the car. Get in the car. “There’s not enough room.” “He’s touching me.” “I can’t fit.”
Exhausted already. “So, ok we don’t have to go.” “No, we wanna go!” …”Then no more bickering, or my head is going to explode.”
Get to the movies. They are excited and well behaved. Thank God for blessings! Movi e is decent. They like it. Even baby sits happily and watches it. Of course the huge bucket of snacks in her lap probably helped. Leave the theater. No one can decide what to eat or agree on anything. Finally order, head home. Baby cries because she isn’t put into her high chair fast enough- then isn’t given food fast enough.
Kids eat. I throw a load of laundry in. Finally go to the bathroom- I’ve been holding it since the movie let out. Flip through a magazine. Kids go to family room to play. Clean up the kitchen. Sit down. Start writing this blog. Baby comes in half way through writing this, upset about something. Jabbers something I can’t understand. Gets distracted by the cat who she proceeds to wrestle.
It’s 7:46 pm. Why am I so tired?
