6:15 alarm goes off; snooze
6:25 snooze again
6:30 Ugh! Ok, I am up and off to shower
6:50 Darn summer months; Had to shave my legs again, looking forward to winter
Husband still snoozing.
7:15 Makeup complete; hair still wet and outfit #1 on
7:15-7:30 checking my blogline, priorities people! Think about eating breakfast and the dread of waking the boys
7:30 Turn fans off in boy's rooms; head back to closet, outfit doesn't fit right; #2 outfit, check in mirror. Drat . . . stain! remove and put directly in hamper. #3-so far, so good.
7:45 back to boy's closet to pick out their clothes, threaten them to get up; lots of whining and moaning
7:50 Baby's crying; fix bottle; start heating up waffles(we are healthy around here!)
Husband still sleeping
8:05 BOY'S GET UP NOW! Put baby in crib to look at mobile; shuffle boys up; complaints of cold waffle, don't want waffles, can we watch TV, he's looking at me, my tummy hurts conversations. Syrup on outfit #3--great! Back to closet. Husband NOW up to shower and get ready.
8:07 go through at least THREE more outfits; I NEED new clothes! Realize hair is still wet and dry it before the frizz creeps up. Brush teeth, breakfast time has past.
8:15 Boy's sitting in a daze looking at the TV-no breakfast has been consumed! HURRY! Rush them to their rooms to dress; complaints on not liking shirt, how TIRED they are, don't want to brush their teeth, yes! their hair is FINE they don't need to comb it, can't find a shoe!
Husband is completely ready and is sitting down to a nice bowl of cereal.
8:25 Emerge from boy's room looking haggered. Enter baby's room to a full gummy smile. Change poopy diaper and put clothes on him. FIVE minute timer!
Husband brushes his teeth.
8:30 One more check in the mirror, I am cutting my hair OFF today! Last check of boy's outfit, hair and teeth. Make middle child change out of rain boots and put on church sandals. Give oldest medicine because "he is DYING." Trust me he is NOT, it is easier to give medicine around here than listen to him complain when all it comes down to is being TIRED! Hand them each a baggie of grapes. Put baby in car seat. Look in mirror AGAIN. I will also be shopping for new clothes today!
Husband grabs the keys and carrier.
8:35 Off to church. I am exhausted.
Husband: "I don't see why we leave late every Sunday." At this moment I eat him in one bite, but quickly spit him back out.
Who would pay for lunch?
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9 comments:
You don't get their clothes together the night before. I even do that and we all know I'm not known for being organized like you. I even learned to do the same for myself. Of course you always have to have a back up too. We have had way too many mornings like yours I had to change something. It stresses me out just reading about yours.
This is very entertaining and way too familiar. Husband - how dare you speak!! Ha.
Once you get to church is it all worth it? They should allow mommies to sleep during Bible hour for all their efforts!
I want to see pics of your new haircut and new clothes!
John is the one who gets up at 6:30 AM. He is also the one who gets Ben ready. I role out of bed around 8:30. Although, I am the one who packs the bag, and picks out everyones clothes.
That was funny - is that really your Sunday morning? Mine is pretty crazy too, but I think it is pretty crazy anytime I get all 3 kids ready (dressed, hair done, teeth brushed and fed) hehehehe
That is hilarious and believe me I know how you feel. SO FUNNY!!
I loved this!! :-)
Oh, memories of the good ole days! Of course, by the time I got Neal trained to make the bed and bring me coffee while I dry my hair, the boys are grown!
What a great post! Wow, maybe I don't want so many kids. :)
I love it. Such good memories! You should enjoy it because it is such a short period of time. (old people can say that because we have survived it! Ha!)
Mom
Oh my! That sounds all too familiar!
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