Another Day In Paradise

The stomach bug that has gone around our house for the last week is just about over and we are all starting to feel like ourselves again. 

Our youngest did just throw up five minutes ago but I’m really hoping that has more to do with all the cake he ate while we were celebrating my husbands birthday today and not a repeat of last week.

As I have been experiencing the craziness that is our life this week I was reminded of this post. It perfectly sums up so many of my days that even though I wrote it in March of 2011 it still is as relevant today as it was then. It was originally published on this site under the name, More Coffee. Amen.

 

Tuesday was like most days: I woke up around 4:30, had a cup of coffee, and glanced at the paper my husband left on the kitchen table.

I did my mom check of the backpacks, wrote the notes for the kids’ teachers, and put snacks into the bags of my second grader and kindergartner.

Usually, I shower and get dressed. But, I was so sleepy that I went back to bed.

I never worry about going back to bed. I have an internal clock that wakes me when I need to get up. If that fails, my husband is usually up around 5:30-6:00 so he can catch his train. It’s a no-fail system.

Except for Tuesday.

I awoke with a pleasant feeling from a dream with my husband. (I think George Clooney was in the dream too, but, don’t tell my husband.)

Then I see the clock on the TV–6:55.

My sleepy brain quickly wakes up. The internal mom list goes off in my head. Lizzy’s bus will be here at 7:25… Peter’s at 7:35… What day is it? Tuesday. Early chorus rehearsal for Tom. He has to be in by 7:45.

No one is up.

This is not good.

“Joe. You picked a Tuesday to forget to set your alarm” was the loving way I woke my husband.

“OK. Everybody wake up,” I yell as I throw on my clothes and splash water on my face. No time for even the smallest amount of makeup. I don’t even have time to comb my hair.

I wake my special-needs daughter, which can be tricky.

“Lizzy, we have to get up, now. We’re late. Come on honey.” I put a warm cloth on her face, direct her to the bathroom, get her clothes, get her dressed.

No time for her to do it herself today. Quickly, quickly. I help her put the leggings on her long legs that I am very envious of.

“Lizzy, we’ll wear the pink dress today,” I say in my cheery, try-not-to-panic, mommy voice.

“Pink dress,” she replies.

Now her hair.

“That hurts,” she says in a pretty loud voice. I know what’s coming next.

“I live in fairy land” in an even louder voice.

“Lizzy, no fairy land, the bus is going to be here.”

I rush to the kitchen and quickly give her some juice and her medications. I say to myself, 1 pink pill, 1/2 a green pill.

“Do you want some cereal?”

“Yes.”

I get two bowls and fill with Cheerios. Milk for her, no milk for Peter.

I now get Peter, my youngest up.

“Wakey, wakey, we are in a rush. We have to move now. The bus will be here soon.”

“I don’t want to go to school. I want to stay with you.” His new morning saying.

“Peter, we are going to school.” This is said in my I’ve-had-enough mommy voice.

“I want something to eat,” another new phrase we say a lot.

“I have cereal at the table. Sit next to Lizzy.”

“I don’t want cereal. I want something to eat.”

“Peter, this is not a diner. We have cereal today or nothing.”

“OK mommy.” I love that kid.

Now I am running around and yelling at my oldest to get ready.

“I can’t wake up mom. I am sooo sorry.”

“No sorry, no sorry, just wake up.” This is said in my I-wonder-how-much-I-could-sell-you-for mommy voice.

The clock says 7:20.

Wait outside with Lizzy for her bus.

“Princess Lizzy, your chariot awaits,” is the greeting she gets from the aide on her bus. I smile and say a quick hello to both him and the bus driver. Lizzy smiles, kisses me from the window with the help of the bus aide. And she is off.

One down.

Now I check Peter. His coat is on. Great. Yell at oldest again.

“Thomas, you are going to chorus rehearsal whether you are dressed or not. For all that is holy, please move your tail.” (I didn’t really say tail. I’m a mom, not a saint.)

Now I wait outside with Peter. He is pretty happy, even though he was carrying on 10 minutes ago that he was going back to bed. I like that about him. His bus comes. Get him on the bus.

“Bye mommy. I love you.”

My day is made! We blow a kiss to each other.

Two down.

“Joe since your car is blocking mine, can you take Tom to chorus?”

“I’m leaving now.” Mind you he is in his underwear.

“That’s fine honey.” 18 years of marriage, I know when to say something and when not to.

Five more minutes they are off.

I herd them off to the door as if they are cattle.

“Remember, I have my club today, I need to be picked up at 5:00.”

“Yes, I know, have a good day.”

“You too, mom. I love you.”

I adore that kid.

My husband and I share a very quick kiss.

“I drop him off at the front for Chorus, right” my husband says getting into the car.

“Yes. Goodbye, I love you” I yell from my front door.

“I love you too.”

I love that man.

Everybody’s out. I pour more coffee in my Mom cup.

Amen.

Thank you so much for you support of me and my dishwasher! Don’t forget to check out the new issue of Bonbon Break which comes out tomorrow. We have some wonderful articles this week exploring the theme of Changing Gears. You don’t want to miss it!