it's probably a pretty universal thing for households with children that mornings are a little chaotic. there are two types of mornings at our house: mornings that mommy's going to the gym, and morning's when we just have to be at daycare by 8:30am so john can eat his second breakfast of the day.
either way, mornings are usually pretty full. full of fun things, true - like john running around yelling "airplane! airplane!" because he threw the airplane puzzle piece in the bathtub and can't reach it. or the dog jumping up and putting muddy paw prints on mommy's work pants. or the realization at the gym that mom managed to pack two different shoes and no underwear, so there's an unscheduled stop hope before work.
this morning promised to be no different. my husband and i slept far later than we should have. it was lovely, but underlying the peace was the understanding that i'd have to hit the ground running momentarily. soon john would wake, the dog would want to go out, and the festivities would begin.
so i pried myself out of bed, and hurriedly got ready for work, hoping to beat john's internal alarm and be ready before he was up. somehow, i did. so i decided to eat my breakfast in relative peace and quiet - a rare treat for busy mommy. so i did. and john still slept.
daddy left for work. buddy went outside for a romp, came in and ate his breakfast, and peacefully went back in his kennel. and john still slept.
i packed my lunch and snacks. loaded my stuff in the car. and still john slept.
finally, with ten minutes before we had to leave, i tiptoed into john's room, snapped a few pics of the now-stirring boo, and sang his good morning song: "hey little peanut ... good morning i love you ..."
and he sat up and the noise and hustle began. so we got dressed (where's john's shoe?) and had a snack ("nana nack mama! nana nack!" which translates to "banana snack.") and we loaded up in the car (still ten minutes late!) and made animal noises all the way to school.
and oddly, though i enjoyed my quiet morning ... i can't help feeling like i missed out on some time with my hectic, wild, crazy family today. looking forward to a not-so-peaceful night.
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| the sleeping positions of a reluctant waker |
either way, mornings are usually pretty full. full of fun things, true - like john running around yelling "airplane! airplane!" because he threw the airplane puzzle piece in the bathtub and can't reach it. or the dog jumping up and putting muddy paw prints on mommy's work pants. or the realization at the gym that mom managed to pack two different shoes and no underwear, so there's an unscheduled stop hope before work.
this morning promised to be no different. my husband and i slept far later than we should have. it was lovely, but underlying the peace was the understanding that i'd have to hit the ground running momentarily. soon john would wake, the dog would want to go out, and the festivities would begin.
so i pried myself out of bed, and hurriedly got ready for work, hoping to beat john's internal alarm and be ready before he was up. somehow, i did. so i decided to eat my breakfast in relative peace and quiet - a rare treat for busy mommy. so i did. and john still slept.
daddy left for work. buddy went outside for a romp, came in and ate his breakfast, and peacefully went back in his kennel. and john still slept.
i packed my lunch and snacks. loaded my stuff in the car. and still john slept.
finally, with ten minutes before we had to leave, i tiptoed into john's room, snapped a few pics of the now-stirring boo, and sang his good morning song: "hey little peanut ... good morning i love you ..."
and he sat up and the noise and hustle began. so we got dressed (where's john's shoe?) and had a snack ("nana nack mama! nana nack!" which translates to "banana snack.") and we loaded up in the car (still ten minutes late!) and made animal noises all the way to school.
and oddly, though i enjoyed my quiet morning ... i can't help feeling like i missed out on some time with my hectic, wild, crazy family today. looking forward to a not-so-peaceful night.
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