Cold Coffee

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