As I sit here writing this I am enjoying something that some people take for granted..... quiet. In my house at any point in the day you are bound to have at least on child exercising their vocal chords at insanely loud decimals. I am propped up on this couch like it is a luxery vehicle with my beverage of choice, and Judge Judy. Is it wrong that I enjoy my Tuesday between 8-9 pm thanking God for peace finally? My husband is working and while I know he knows I love him, I love this time too.
While my days are loud they are also precious. Every morning I am greeted with screaming babies who want to have a bottle, or a diaper change or a four year old screaming from his room "Can I get up", "Mommy hello", "Is anybody home". Now I will admit this morning situation is very overwhelming for me. Usually the babies wake up at the exact same time that my husband is enjoying his "luxury" bath. He usually is able to help a little before he has to leave the house by 745. Unfortunately, most days I am even more discouraged because my coffee is either still in the canister or getting cold on the counter.... Iced Mocha anyone? Feeding 2 hungry babies and having a 4 year old along with the question of " Can I watch a show" as soon as the kid opens his mouth....I mean really, no I love you mommy, nope, mommy is clutching her cup of coffee as she tries to reminds herself that I am not super mom. Ha, I'm not?
All of this frustration however, is subdued once coffee is consumed and I have a little crawler at my leg wanting a mommy snuggle... That is definitely a mender of all mommy " booboo's". A real tale -tale sign of my morning is whether I have had a chance to shower before noon. This isn't really by choice. Let's face it, I surely will not leave a 4 year old in charge of watching my two 1-year olds. If I decide to put them in sometime of confining contraption highchair or playpen, I have to get my mind ready for a screaming fit, I mean they dont' want to be locked up, just as I wouldn't I'm sure.
Depending on everything that has happend before lunch depends on whether or not I have decided to homeschool the 4 year old. Granted it is only math, reading, and religion, but thats an hour. These hours are usually interupted by fighting babies (over one of the older boys toys), or them rummaging through a bookshelf that I couldn't quite block off. That is always a fun event, like today, Benjamin decided to grab a basket hanging from the bookshelf, then, BAM!! Yep stressful moment here we go, as the other one decides to join in the chaos and the oldest sits there with a blank stare?
Another peaceful time in my day is after lunch ( yes I skipped this in my detailed recollection), usually because it is a blur. When everyone goes down for a nap that is Heaven, why do you ask? Depending on whether or not I had the opportunity to clean while everyone was "playing" or "eating" determines whether I am able to clean or sit down and actually watch a "mommy show". A whole hour to myself. If it is more its a rare day in that case I might get an extra show. One might ask why I don't sleep when the kids are sleeping, well lets think, if the only time in your day you have to enjoy something without having a constant distraction occurs during nap, you should jump on that like a fat kid on a cupcake... mmm that sounds good! On days when I probably should have taken a nap, I usually decide to drink a cup of coffee by 3 pm. Yea bad move but I was desperate. Once nap time is over ( hopfully) it was a long one, its time to the feeling I had at 7am to start all over again this time without the husband there to offer what help he can. If I have remembered to pull something out for dinner now is the time where I figure out my cooking game plan, and at this point I decide if I have enough energy to bathe all 3 of these boys. While it isn't difficult its just tricky and since my husband is nice enough to do it when he gets home, I don't mind letting him help me... (at this point in the blog I am slacking in details which means I am probably too tired to do more) of course.... So Goodnight, until next time... Ps I am not complaining about my life but just imagine when we leave the house. Thats a whole new story/blog.
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