Dear E-Diary,
I seriously can't remember the last time I
was alone with my own thoughts...it's been months! Ever since my
littlest trouble maker who's almost the ripe age of 3, has taken to
skipping naptime in leu of waking up with the school kids at 6:30-7am
and pulling through an entire day without a break!! I just don't know
where they get their energy....maybe I should cut down on those kale
smoothies and zuchinni bread! I love that she is full of life and
energy. I just get drained from the workload everyday. It can be like
groundhog day around here. My body naturaly does't allow me to sleep
well. I tend to wake up every hour or so and can't fall asleep
afterwards. At 6 am I flip onto my back and run through my head all the
things I have to do to get the 3 school kids out the door....I begin
each morning by making my coffee and doning my slippers for my most
unfavored tasks of the day which is to be drawn and quarterd down the
street my my very loed fur babies. 1 insanlely slobbery and strong boxer
and 3 bouncy chihuahua-ish dogs (its a long story how we eneded up with
4 dogs in a 2 bd apt, I'll tell you later)....ahhhh the smell of dog
poo first thing in the morning. Can I just tell you how much it
weights....lord have mercy. I stumbling back home playing chinese
jumprope with the leashes as the dogs insist on going around me and in
opposite directions...and meanwhile our cat Chester trails behind making
it quit the circus at 6:40 am....sigh...its almost over until we must
repeat this action at 2pm. I make it into the house in one piece and
feeling awake now after my morning workout, I pour a steaming hot cup of
coffee, take a long luxurious swig and start packing lunches for the
day...its almost 7 now so I turn on the lights and TV to wake the kids
up and check the damage....ahhh, nice..as expected. The little girl dog
Bindi peed on the hardwood floor further warping it...nice....and a turd
too...Nice :( time to mop and start talking to the kids to get them
up...no one's even moving and I'm talking to myself as I clean up the
mess and mop the kids room floor. I pop in the first load of laundry to
start for the day....Wakey wakey eggs and bakey!! I sing crazy songs and
tickle each kiddo awake...still no one moves. I crank the tv louder and
put on something exciting hoping it will gain their attention enough to
wake them as I prep for breakfast.........errrrrr...road block, my
almost 3 year old is standing there in the hallway staring at me and
scaring me half to death. Into the livingroom she goes with a change
into panties and sippy cup of milk to watch Seasame Street. Oh
yeas...back to breakfast, but first I do the run through...usualy my
oldest is up by now primping. She has always been my easiest child at
waking up in the morning. I jiggle the other 2 kiddos and start to get a
bit more stern as it's 7:20!! Shoot! I scramble some eggs and toast
some sourdough and ditch the turkey bacon since we are running out of
time now....oh wait..whats that over there on the counter.....my
sad forgotton coffee. I take a quick gulp of cold coffee and pop it in
the microwave, back to work...KIDS GET UP WERE GOING TO BE LATE!!..I had
already laid out the clothes for my 2 lumpy kids some where in the
beginning of this story. I have to dress my 6 year old myself which we
stop to have snuggles because she is just so cute in the morning when
she's all sleepy. She always smiles first thing when she wakes up and
sleepily raises her arms for me to change her shirt. Mean while still
trying to get my lazy 12 year old son up with my foot. I rush out to
wake their father and I'm behing 5 minutes, darn!! I dish out 4 plates
of food like a pro and pour 4 glasses of OJ and start delivering all the
while dodging dogs at my feet hoping I'll drop
something.......again......foods delivered and I go to fill all the
backpacks with signed forms and lunches....the baby spills her juice all
over the couch so I throw a towel on it and check on the kids. Shoes on
time and brush your teeth...15 minutes guys....I'm almost there, the're
almost all out the door....I can make it. The next 10 minutes consist
of a wave of shoes, socks and brushing their teeth. I see each precious
burden out the door with a heathy organic packed with love lunch and a
kiss to my husbands sweet face who I only got to see for a short moment
and go back to another now cold cup of coffee and Dora the Explorer
snuggled up with the 4 dogs and my last little bug that's left home with
me. I'm beat and it's only 8 am. Wait what am I sitting on, my pants
are wet...great. Well at least I have a reason now to get out of my
jammies before 10am
