Monday morning, it all begins at 3:45a.m. Make Hubby's coffee, take out his lunch items and toast a bagel or whatever you send him with to have for his drive to work. Now, how many wives get up that early for their husbands, get them packed up to go and then patiently wait to walk them out of the house? Hmmm, I'm sure there was a bit of silence after that question. Well, I do know the Mommies I know don't and I'm sure some probably even think I'm crazy for doing so. Again that's the craziness guilt I feel, because he gets up so early to go off to work and I get to stay home with the kids, send them off to school, give the baby some toys to play with while I sit and eat bons bons watching the numerous talk shows and then soaps that come on. There I go again, imagining my make believe childhood world of being a Mom.
After hubby leaves I lock up you know not only the bolt lock, but the child safety lock at the top, oh and don't forget to turn back on the alarm. Back to bed, knowing I have about 2 more hours of sleep left before my next morning shift starts....then there goes my mind...racing, thinking about what I need to do for the day. Finally, I get back to sleep then wow, it's time to get up!!
Back to the kitchen for sandwich making, baggie labeling (so that sandwiches don't get mixed up as each one has their own likings), and preparing breakfast. I believe boys have short term concentration. Since before they began school they have followed the same routine- eat breakfast, brush teeth, wash face, get dressed, comb hair, choose snack for school. You would think it would be habit formed by now, but no I still say the same thing everyday.
We do manage to get out in time to school. In between it all baby arrives, all smiles.
Day goes on, laundry gets washed, kids get picked up, homework gets checked, dinner gets started, off to dance for Mom Jr.(this is my zone out time, I'm sure other parents probably think somethings off with me but by this time I am just sitting with no one asking, telling, questioning, needing). I love to watch her do ballet, so graceful as she glides around the room, smiling, turning every now and then to see if I'm watching. At that moment she's everything I never was or am. I am thankful she is her own person already, she knows what she likes and what she doesn't, no one will change her mind, no one will persuade her to do anything she is not interested in doing. Lucky and blessed is what I think when I see my daughter!!!
Alright, dance done, home we go, serve dinner, blog, back to kitchen to prepare for the next day....
It is a cycle I must admit, how did everyday become so busy, sometimes I feel like that movie "Groundhog day" maybe a little different here and there but mostly the same. I remember being told time flies as you get older, I remember thinking school years lasted forever and summers were long and fun. Now it's like we blink and it's over as soon as it started.
Just another Manic Monday.....
Until tomorrow...
Just a tired Mom
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