
Let's call this picture "Motherhood." I either look angelic with a glowing halo, or like my head is exploding. It's hard to differentiate at times, eh?
I am happy. I am feeling really good. Productive and positive. However, I have an underlying sense of teetering on exasperation-induced nervous collapse at any given moment. The other night when we should have been sleeping, I couldn't stop talking to Randy and went on for maybe an hour just listing stuff. (Randy is the best) Not stressful or complainy, but just needing to empty my brain of all things going on with the kids, random thoughts, neighbor gossip, presidential campaign ridiculousness, things I'm trying to figure out, funny things, frustrating things. Sometimes my brain is threatening to hyperventilate from all the things. You don't have to read this, but it's a quiet moment and I'm choosing to sit down for a second and type.
Here was our morning (times are approximate):
5:40 - Clara wakes up to eat so I go feed her.
5:42 - Amelia wakes up and yells something. Randy finds her in only a diaper - changes her, puts jammies back on her, puts her back to bed.
5:45 - Randy in the shower
5:51 - Geeeently put Clara back in bed, sneak back to my own bed for hopefully a teeny bit more sleep before anyone wakes up
5:52 - Rand gets up and goes to the bathroom. He has an ability to make the sound of turning door handles and turning on and off the light switch sound like he's pounding on a drum or something.
5:53 - Rand goes back to his bed. Clara wakes back up. I think if I ignore her, we can all sleep for a few more minutes.
5:54 - Randy gets out of the shower and talks to me while he gets ready.
5:57 - Randy walks out of our bedroom to head out for the day. There is no way to avoid the squeaky spot on the wood floor, no matter how sneaky you might try to be. SQUEAK
6:00 - Randy leaves for work
6:02 - Lindsey, Rand, Amelia are all out of their beds. I can hear Clara talking. It's soooo dark out. Wah!
6:03 - I can hear Amelia climbing up on something, getting into stuff. I hope she's not into the sprinkles or opening and eating a stick of butter or using a glue stick like chapstick or spreading beads all over the place.
6:10 - I relent and get out of bed. Change baby. Change Amelia into 1st outfit of the day.
6:20 - go downstairs and find big kids watching a movie. Give lecture to older children on please just stay in bed if it is still dark. Even if you think you're being quiet, you will wake the whole house up the minute you get out of bed. Get glassy, disinterested stares in return for all your soliloquizing.
6:35 - check emails, email a couple moms about playdates, check blogs, pout about being awake.
6:50 - Realize Amelia isn't downstairs with the rest of you. Find her upstairs sitting in the bathroom sink, rubbing lotion all over her clothes and spreading some kid flossers and rubber bands around for good measure.
6:52 - Also realize Amelia has peed. You forgot you put her in underwear. Outfit change #1 and it isn't even 7!
6:52-7 - Try to get Amelia to pee on the toilet. Sing some songs. Do "This Little Piggy." Run the water. She's good at holding it when she doesn't want to cooperate while on the toilet. She's not got at holding it at any other point in the day.
7-7:25 - It's a bit of a blur, but there were stink bugs to round up and flush, a game of roll the ball down the hallway with Amelia, some chatting with the big kids, breakfast to make.
7:25 - pancakes and yogurt for breakfast
Then there was another pee incident. Outfit #2 out of the way. And the beads I let Amelia use so she would get off the counter while I cooked somehow got put in Clara's hands and now you have a screaming Clara because you took them out of her sweaty little grip and out of her drooly little mouth. More stinkbugs to round up. Breakfast eaten and cleaned up. Kids sent to get dressed. Kids told again to get dressed. Kids told they have to stop whatever they are doing and get dressed and LISTEN for heavens sakes! Lunches being packed with about 1000 interruptions from an angry/sad/cuddly/screaming/happy Amelia asking/demanding/begging for a chip/attention/a bite of nutella/to get the beads back. Lindsey finding Clara chomping on a dorito in the living room. Amelia exclaims "I give Clara chip!" Clean up baby and carpet. Clara is crying again. Telling Rand to get up off the floor, it isn't swept yet today and his exercise pants pick up all the crumbs. Ask the big kids to please brush teeth and hair. Hearing big kids play in the bathroom, pushing the other into the hallway and slamming the door over and over and laughing hysterically. Breaking that up at least twice. Demanding they brush their teeth in a very loud voice. Finally they do it. Putting Amelia on time out for screaming NO! at me. Start the morning "Shoes! Backpack! Jacket!" chant. Finally the backpacks are packed with lunches, folders, 100th-day-of-school stuff, shoes are put on, jackets donned. I can now pick Clara up and nurse her for 5 minutes before the bus comes. Realize I never let Amelia out of her room from her time out, but she's not crying so I'll worry about her later. Read half of "Flat Stanley" to Lindsey while nursing while waiting to see the bus out the back window. Reassure Rand that his half-finished lego creation will be there for him when he gets home from school and to not freak out that he can't finish it before the bus comes. Spot bus, hear Amelia start freaking out in her room, leave her there, hustle big kids out the door, grab blanket for Clara, beat the bus to the front of the house, speedy hugs and kisses and see the kids off to school. Run back in the house where you discover Amelia has removed most of the books from the bookshelf and at least one of the books needs to be taped back together. Also realize she has peed again. Outfit #3!
9:06 a.m. Whew!
A pretty regular start to our day, except we usually aren't up until closer to 7.
Sometimes there is not a minute to think and everything - good and crazy - gets crammed in and needs to be let out! Sometimes that all gets built up for days on end, hence the need to just list stuff off to Randy the other night. And I guess to just list stuff on here. I haven't done so many blog posts in one week in ages. What a nice outlet. Thanks (or not, if you wisely chose not to read through this!) Break time is over!