How much can you get done in one morning? It seems that most mornings I am trying to break my record--of the previous morning.
My alarm usually goes off a few minutes before 6 and I stumble around in the dark, brushing my teeth and pulling on clothes to exercise. I finish packing the lunches that I started the night before, load a few dishes, maybe start a batch of wash and then I am dismayed that time has continued ticking and not mercifully stopped while I did these few items. 6:25---sheesh---so I quickly start weights, jogging or roller blading depending on the day, always disappointed that I didn't start sooner.
Well post exercise (love blading, like jogging fine, don't love weights) we are into family prayer, saying goodby to Mc, and 'facilitating good use of time amongst other children.' Hmmmm, no matter how you say it---it still sounds kind of like nagging. "The Piano is open---will you be the first to practice?" Then I am into cheerful voiced games trying to get Bear into his clothes and making his bed (a daily debate He holds boldly in his PJs before the dressing process ensues). So, I generally help Bear get breakfast, help Pop get dressed, help with hair for Lissa and other morning happenings.
Well this morning I need to be at the school before 9, so that I can attend the assembly that has my son Big D doing a little solo in a mock of High School Musical (student council duties). So, I have everyone ready, but myself of course--and I hastily claim the last 20 minutes before needing to depart for a quick shower and etc. I race up the stairs taking 3 at a time (does this still count for exercise?)---and decide to put a few items of clothing away (is this considered OCD?) I race into my bathroom and turn on the water---and there is Pop all bright eyed telling me: "I'm gonna take a shower with mommy, cause I don't cry!"
Eeek! So I say "of course you don't cry, but Pop doesn't need a shower, and mommy does!"
Pop: "No momma, I am gonna take a shower with mommy, because I don't cry"
(This is new---not crying while washing hair). Well I really don't have time to reason with her, so I hop in and the next thing I know she has taken off her clothes that we just barely put on and is opening the shower door.
So I am quickly racing to wash my hair, and I stand to the side while Pop stands underneath the warm water with audible sighs (I am shivering in the cold air and wondering how we got to this point...how did I trade my 5 minute alone with my thoughts time for some sappy line about not crying?)
I pick up this slippery 3o pound body covered with bubbles who is still emitting large happy sighs while trying to rinse her hair. True to her word, she didn't cry.
So Pop gets cute pony tails with big pink ribbons that she happily admires in my mirror and mommy gets her sopping hair hastily pulled back. Good thing she is cute!
I remember as a child looking curiously and delightedly in my mom's jewelry box. She came into her room and cried out in exasperation "Can't anything just be mine?" I remember not understanding what she meant. I got in now though!
P.S. For Grandma's sake =) ---Got to school with plenty of time---phew---managed a bit of make up too---who knew? And really I love my time with my little guys, because I know it evaporates too quickly---even if it means sharing a shower!!
My alarm usually goes off a few minutes before 6 and I stumble around in the dark, brushing my teeth and pulling on clothes to exercise. I finish packing the lunches that I started the night before, load a few dishes, maybe start a batch of wash and then I am dismayed that time has continued ticking and not mercifully stopped while I did these few items. 6:25---sheesh---so I quickly start weights, jogging or roller blading depending on the day, always disappointed that I didn't start sooner.
Well post exercise (love blading, like jogging fine, don't love weights) we are into family prayer, saying goodby to Mc, and 'facilitating good use of time amongst other children.' Hmmmm, no matter how you say it---it still sounds kind of like nagging. "The Piano is open---will you be the first to practice?" Then I am into cheerful voiced games trying to get Bear into his clothes and making his bed (a daily debate He holds boldly in his PJs before the dressing process ensues). So, I generally help Bear get breakfast, help Pop get dressed, help with hair for Lissa and other morning happenings.
Well this morning I need to be at the school before 9, so that I can attend the assembly that has my son Big D doing a little solo in a mock of High School Musical (student council duties). So, I have everyone ready, but myself of course--and I hastily claim the last 20 minutes before needing to depart for a quick shower and etc. I race up the stairs taking 3 at a time (does this still count for exercise?)---and decide to put a few items of clothing away (is this considered OCD?) I race into my bathroom and turn on the water---and there is Pop all bright eyed telling me: "I'm gonna take a shower with mommy, cause I don't cry!"
Eeek! So I say "of course you don't cry, but Pop doesn't need a shower, and mommy does!"
Pop: "No momma, I am gonna take a shower with mommy, because I don't cry"
(This is new---not crying while washing hair). Well I really don't have time to reason with her, so I hop in and the next thing I know she has taken off her clothes that we just barely put on and is opening the shower door.
So I am quickly racing to wash my hair, and I stand to the side while Pop stands underneath the warm water with audible sighs (I am shivering in the cold air and wondering how we got to this point...how did I trade my 5 minute alone with my thoughts time for some sappy line about not crying?)
I pick up this slippery 3o pound body covered with bubbles who is still emitting large happy sighs while trying to rinse her hair. True to her word, she didn't cry.
So Pop gets cute pony tails with big pink ribbons that she happily admires in my mirror and mommy gets her sopping hair hastily pulled back. Good thing she is cute!
I remember as a child looking curiously and delightedly in my mom's jewelry box. She came into her room and cried out in exasperation "Can't anything just be mine?" I remember not understanding what she meant. I got in now though!
P.S. For Grandma's sake =) ---Got to school with plenty of time---phew---managed a bit of make up too---who knew? And really I love my time with my little guys, because I know it evaporates too quickly---even if it means sharing a shower!!
5 comments:
This reminds me of the song "You're gonna miss this" by Trace Atkins. That chaos is only ours for such a short time. Embrace it. Good for you for squeezing in some exercise! I wish I was as determined as you!
You ALWAYS manage to get three times as much done in less time than I ever did.....but did you get to the school on time???? Left us hanging with bated breath.....
Love the glimpse into my future. I love that she doesn't cry now. Zak just decided that he likes the shower too. I know it's different, but cute all the same!!
Oh, and I totally remember Mom saying stuff like that too.
So what your saying is it's another day in Paradise? :)
Girlfriend -- there is a reason you have some amazing French perfumes. Use them! Forget the shower! Okay -- I know I'm being gross...
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