Morning Madness

Being a parent isn't always the easiest thing in the world... I’m not going to lie to you there. Especially if the day starts off a wreck because then your mood throughout the entire day is off. My oldest slept in, my youngest was crying...it was 7 AM and we had to be out of the house by 7:15 to go drop them off at daycare before we headed to school.

I gave my seven-month-old a bottle while I tried to change my toddler's clothes while he was STILL asleep—not a good idea. He was livid that I had woken him up at 7 AM on a day that he needed to wake up...about as livid as I am when they both wake me up at 4 AM on a Saturday morning. Why do they always sleep in on days that we need to actually do something or go somewhere? I don’t think I’ll ever know.

Anyways, my youngest finishes his bottle and then starts screaming because someone's not holding him (thank you, daycare) and my oldest is crying because how dare I put on his clothes, all the while he is trying to take his clothes off and put his Paw Patrol shirt on for the 50th time this week regardless it being dirty. (He tends to hide it so I can’t take it away from him and wash it...Yuck.)

You’re probably thinking, where's their father? Still asleep. With them crying beside him...like a rock. Not moving.

Man, I wish I could sleep like that.

I finally get my two children to calm down; they're content. So content that they both poop. At. The. Same. Time. So now I have to change two poopy diapers for two children who just want to go and move like crazy! Henry is at the point where he likes to roll over and Oliver likes to just kick his legs in the air because they both thing this is a game…and most of the time, I get their feces all over my hands and it’s just a nightmare. I wash my hands for about 20 minutes afterwards…just to be safe.

After all that was over, they were content and did not poop! So, I start making breakfast. Bacon and eggs. I wake up my boyfriend to tell him that breakfast was cooking, and he went straight to the bathroom...Is it just me, or do our men always take SO long in the bathroom? Why does it take them so long to do their business??? For us, we go into the bathroom, LOCK the door because who knows when our children are going to be barging in letting everyone see us going to the bathroom and then trying to climb us like a jungle gym WHILE we are obviously busy, and do it all in about 0.02 seconds because that is the realistic amount of time us moms have to do absolutely anything in this crazy world that we live in.

When he finally came out of the bathroom, we all ate breakfast together—very quickly, I might add, and we got the boys ready, got our school stuff ready and dropped them off at daycare just to have our toddler throw a temper tantrum because he can’t wear some other child’s Batman shoes (I really need to get him a pair because he’s obsessed), also, those shoes are about two sizes too small for him, but he always tries to make them fit… I’m sorry to the child and the mother of whoever owns these shoes because my child is probably trying to stretch them as I am typing this.

Eventually, we make it to school. Safe. Sanity lost. Not focused for school because of our morning. Hopefully tomorrow it will go a lot smoother than this.