[WARNING!! This is a marriage rant. If you are sensitive to these sorts of tirades, please click away now. Because, as much as I love my husband, there are days I wonder what the hell I was thinking throwing kids into this mix. But really--he's a good man, tries hard, and does what he can. But today, not so much. And I need to vent about it.]
It's become apparent that my mornings are not created equal. When the alarm screeches us into the daylight hours (and I mean pulls our asses from sleep), my day is THROWN into full force. Here's the low down of how the day pans out:
- Typically the alarm wakes the baby who is asleep next to me before the husband can hit snooze for a second time. Which means, I'm up for the day. - With The Peanut in hand, I trot down the hall to The Kiddo's room. Pat him nicely and report a school day. - Go to The Peanut's room, find her clothing for the day. This can take 5 minutes or 20... depends on if I have to hold her the entire time, she grabs and throws clothes around and if the laundry is done - Walk back into the bedroom, if husband is not awake, wake him. If he is awake, lie my daughter down and get into the changing diaper get dressed thing - Walk back to my son's room and make sure he is awake. Remind him of school. Give the 2 minute warning ("You better be out of bed by the time I come back in here or I will choose what clothes you wear for the day!") - Walk back to my room and head to the closet... must find my own clothes - Wait! I have to go to the bathroom yet, head to the 2 nd bathroom. - Check in on son... he's up (we hope!). Remind him, "Pick out your clothes now. Quickly so we aren't late!) - Bathroom - (Hopefully) Let daughter play on the floor - Brush teeth, comb hair that has completely gone nuts after sleeping on it wet from the shower the night before - Pick up screaming daughter - Find the socks/underwear/sweatshirt my son can't find but HAS TO HAVE for school - Back to my own closet, must find clothes - Answer husband's request for where his lunch is, or what he need to remember that week. - Help son with shirt. Remind him to head to the bathroom to go.. well go - Find my shirt and pants - Go to washer to find bra and underwear - Pick up daughter who is now screaming - Kiss husband good bye - Let the dog outside - Make sure son brushed his teeth (yes at 6 years old I have to smell his breath) - Ask son to look for his snack for the day - Collect all his backpack/school belongings so he can start getting ready - Check hot lunch menu to make sure he likes it - Let dog in and feed her - Off to son's room to make sure the fish are fed - Which reminds me of the cats... make sure they have food - Put daughter down and have her fuss at my feet while I get my clothing on. - Ask son to put snack in his backpack and his folder/ library book/homework/etc - Let the dog back outside - Give daughter "her toothbrush" to play while I use my own to do the tooth brushing - Let dog in - Put on make up - Try hair do again - Deodorant - Pick up crying daughter. Put on her socks and shoes - Order son to quit playing and put on his shoes, socks, jacket, snow-pants, hat, gloves... - Find my own socks - Shoes. - Perfume - Check clock and realize we are 5 minutes late - Stop myself from screaming - Put on my jacket. Jacket The Peanut - Make sure son's backpack has all we need - Maneuver all of us out the door and into the car....
And you see where this is going right? I take care of not only MYSELF, but The Peanut, Kiddo, 2 cats, dog, 2 fish... and my husband? Himself. Now you tell me, why I am so stressed each and every week day?