It was another hectic morning today. I think the problem is that I try to cram way too much into too little time. I get up at 6:15 AM and leave by 8:10 AM and tried to cram in exercise, shower, cooking tonight’s dinner, cutting up salad, putting away a load of laundry, putting in a new load of laundry, and getting the boys up and ready. And I had to remember to bring the movie and games that we had rented so that I could return them after work and the medication authorization forms for Brady’s school so that I could fill them out and have them signed by his doctor.
Just taking care of the boys sometimes feels like I am an air traffic controller trying to direct twice as many planes as is safe. Highlights of the morning include:
Me shushing Brady 10,000 times as he stomped and talked extremely loudly right outside (sleeping) Colin’s door
Spending 10 minutes searching for Brady’s shoes only to find them in the van
Brady teaching Colin how to climb in and out of the crib (stay tuned for the crib to toddler bed transition coming this weekend)
Colin finding Brady’s Bubbletape gum and trying to eat the entire thing (he only ate a little piece, I googled it, I think he is going to live)
Me looking at the salad I just cut up for my lunch and saying ‘screw it’ (I had only been to Chipotle once this week anyway)
Sullivan’s daily tantrum and eventual surrender to the fact that he does, in fact, have to get dressed and leave the house
When we were eventually all loaded in the van, my head was spinning and I was sure that I had forgotten something. I had turned off the stove, I had put dinner in the fridge, I had all three boys, the movie and games and medication forms, my purse, my cell phone. My hands flew to my chest to make sure I had on a bra and that it was functioning correctly. I did and it was. I looked at my feet to make sure I had on actual shoes and not flip flops (I had left the house like that on Monday.) I did.
In less than two hours I had endured the most ridiculous shenanigans and accomplished a fair amount of stuff, and I remembered everything.
And I am going to miss these crazy mornings because starting in two weeks, I am having a woman come to my house to get the older boys off to school. After a lot of deliberation, I have changed my work schedule once again. I will be going in earlier two days a week and that will allow me to be home earlier two days a week. With school starting and homework and busy sports schedules, it is probably more important for me to be home in the afternoon/evening, but I am truly going to miss seeing those sleepy heads wake up (I will probably still see Brady since he wakes ME up most mornings), and seeing them off to school. I am even going to miss all the chaos.