It's a little before 7:00 AM. My husband comes into our room to tell me goodbye- he's off to work- he loves me- smooches- see ya later. I'm groggy, staying asleep sounds like a much better option than putting my feet on our cold wood floor. I convince myself to get out of bed, and as I find my vertical balance, I hear chitter chatter from the girls' room.
This winter- all 3 girls are set up to sleep in one bedroom. Our house, not having central heat, stays cozy enough with our fireplace, but it's easier to keep the upstairs super toasty if we can close off one of the bedrooms. Leah is standing up in her bed, and Kyla and Zoe are sitting on the top bunk watching Daddy's truck leave.
"Oh man." I think to myself. "It's too early." And to the girls I say "Ok. It's still dark, you all need to go back to sleep."
Leah is happy. She says, with her paci still in her mouth "Sippy. Sippy, please. On. The. Tay-pull." Yep. She wants a drink of water- and she's telling me her sippy is on the table..... downstairs.
Sweet! Easy enough. The guess work has been eliminated and Leah is communicating what she wants with out frustration. Love it!
I get her sippy. I get Zoe and Kyla each a drink of water. All is well. It should be a quiet morning.
And then- I go to the bathroom. Our girls have yet to learn the art of flushing. I flush for them- (how many times did they potty last night??)- and meet up with an Over-Flowed-Toilet. Good thing for me, I'm still slightly drugged from last night's Sleepy Time Tea. I just shake my head- plunge the toilet, and plunge.... and plunge.... and PLUNGE (is this thing EVER going to quit over flowing???). Got it. Mess is slightly cleaned up (bleach to come later in the day).
Downstairs I go. Coffee. Mmmmm. I pour a cup, and check on the fire before I sit down to a cozy quiet.
"Ugh!" I just stepped onto a 3ft x 2ft pile of wood chips, dirt, ashes, and bark. This is a typical mess when bringing in fire wood, building a fire, and/or adding wood to the fire. Everything to do with our fire place leads to a big 'O mess! Typical mess as it is..... it's supposed to be swept up by whomever made the mess. The mess maker of the morning was running late. He didn't get to it. It's mine.
I sweep and sweep and sweep..... and sweep. (are these wood chips just multiplying???). And, finally- the dust pan is maxed out, and I'm done. While I'm at it- you know- NOT being cozy- I go into the coldest place in our house to retrieve the model number for our broken dryer. Brrrrr!!!!! It's like walking outside!! I get the number, text it to my husband, and move toward the recliner. I've got the heating pad all warmed up too.
Cold coffee. Eh? I'm used to it. No problem. I sit down- begin this blog, and what do I hear??? A Screaming Leah. And a Shushing Kyla. (apparently Leah requires her quiet time in the morning to actually be quiet- and being disturbed does not sit well with her. This! I understand.)
So- here I am. Yep. This morning is a breeding ground for a super chaotic day. It's all prepped. Overflowed Toilet. Wood chips in my feet. Screaming 2 year old. Disobedient 6 year old. Groggy mommy. All with in 30 minutes of putting my feet on the floor.
But, guess what?? This is really not an unusual morning. Sure. Our toilet doesn't over flow every day- but first thing- every morning, it's mostly crazy. Before I even fully wake up, I've got 10 things pulling at me. Kyla. Zoe. Leah. Kitchen. Breakfast. Fireplace. Diaper. Dog. Coffee. (Ok, maybe it's just 9.)
My life- my 3 girls, home school, unbalanced, unscheduled, overwhelmed life- is, in and of itself, a breeding ground for chaos.
Do they make birth control for that?
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