This morning I woke up and it was a typical morning for a mother. My children were still asleep, I manged to wake up before they did, but I had to make breakfast for the little ones while I quickly put together eggs for the Egg Hunt my MOPs group was holding. I also had to pull together some craft supplies for later projects and then mentally make a list of everything I need to get done today.
- Run by shop
- Preschool at 12
- Did the egg hunt start at 10 or 10:30?
- Need to run by Walmart
- Where is my grocery lists
- Each child get 6 eggs, should I bring more?
This list went on. My mental thought processes going from one thought to another, one question asking another question, only to lead me to forget the task I was doing before. Between trying to decide should I wear jeans or yoga pants, my daughter wakes up. This morning would be a good one because she greeted me with a sweet "Good morning Mommy! I am awakey wakey!" My son, however, had his own ideas in mind and decided today would be a good day to be cranky. Being 2, it could just be attitude just for the heck of it, or I was really tired and missed what he was trying to communicate with me. I can't wait until he 3 and talks a little more so I can understand him, but at the same time I love him at this age because all he wants to do some days is lay down and cuddle. Did I just give my daughter soda instead of juice for breakfast?
- Burrito wraps, I need those.
- Son needs breakfast, he wants cheerios
- Yes, I did give my daughter soda. Give me another mark for mother of the year award.
- Crock pot still needs to be cleaned for dinner tonight.
- Cheese, I need cheese
- Socks...
- Is the load in the washer too late to throw in the dryer*sniff* .....Too stinky, rewash
- Back to finding socks
Socks I need to find socks. I have given up trying to match socks for my kids, my only goal is to make sure I have four socks that fit four little feet. Some days my son has pinks one sometimes they are white. One time he wore his sister's My Little Pony sock and she nearly died. I learned never to do that again. I make a quick run to the car to get my son's shoes and return to find he had thrown cheerios across the living room floor. Why? Because he though I was leaving him behind. I feel like a terrible mother at that moment, as well as frustrated I didn't have enough time to sweep up cheerios. I could ask my husband, but he got home from work last night so I wanted him to sleep in before he had to tackle another late shift.
- Still need to clean crockpot
- Yay! All the shoes are on!
- Coats! Yay! All coats are on!
- Do I have anything I need to run to my shop?
- Am hungry?
I am so jealous of mothers who can have a hot cup of coffee in the morning. I hate coffee. Never liked the stuff. Tried to like the stuff, but the taste never came, so I run on my energy each morning, usually without anything in my stomache. I feel like I should get a reward for that. I think that takes skills to mange a day like that! At least my kids appreciate...*My son throws himself on the floor in a tantrum* ...sometimes they do.....
- Easter eggs?...check!
- Shoes and coats?....Check!
- Daughter's back pack for preschool?....*run back inside to grab*
- Keys, wallet, cell phone? ..*run back inside for cellphone*
And then start the car. Kids buckled up in back. My son screaming because he hardly ate anything, I will have to stop by somewhere to get him something. My daughter telling him "Its ok" one moment, then lecturing him on how he should shut up. I forget to tell her not to lecture her brother, because I am pulling out of the driveway. The passanger seat is piled full of everything I needed for the day. For some reason there is an unsaid rule that a mother can never leave her house with just her purse. She must have two or more bags; one a purse and the other usually a diaper bag or computer bag, ipad case, child's back pack, a Goodwill box, etc. There is always a second thing.
And that was my morning. Hopefully I am not the only one who feels and thinks like this some days. :P
God bless and enjoy your day.
NaTacia