Some mornings you just need more Jesus ….
**** times noted are all AM!!!!
5:15 alarm goes off, don’t hear it
5:30 alarm goes off, kinda hear it, but totally ignore it
6:00 phone rings – husband, completely ignore it,
Think: Leave me alone!!
6:01 text from husband: Good morning beautiful. Are you up? Coffee should be ready.
Think: Are you kidding me? Beautiful? Yeah, right. Coffee? Where?
6:04 phone rings – husband
Think: My gosh, leave me alone!
6:07 phone rings – husband,
Think: Give it a break! I’m fine! I’ll get up in a minute.
6:09 text from husband: You up?
Think: He just won’t quit! …. Guess I should get out of bed ….
6:11 After another two minutes of deliberation, finally, I drag myself out of bed, and spend the next two minutes crawling around on the floor on my hands and knees blindly searching for my glasses
6:13 stumble into the bathroom and text husband back: Yeah
I’ll call you one way to school
6:14 spend about fifteen minutes with usual morning bathroom routine: wash face, brush teeth, contacts in, find clean towel, washcloth, clothes etc.
6:31 shower, dry off, lotion, comb hair, get dressed, check time on phone
6:51 CRAP!!!!! – I need to be out of here now!!!!
The next 19 minutes are a total blur
Smith yells from the top bunk: Mama, I want Maw Maw to pick me up!
Try to be upbeat, positive, Say: I’ll call her in a little while. Come on, buddy, time to get up.
He retreats to the far corner of the upper bunk, curls into ball, whines/shrieks: I don’t wanna go to school!!
Think: Be positive, be positive
Say: Come on, get up.
Go search through piles of clean clothes on Kaleigh’s bed – pants, shirt for Smith, socks? Socks? Why are there never any matching socks around here?
Clothes for Charlie- pajama pants (that’s all he’ll wear) “normal shirt” (maybe he won’t notice)
Back into boys’ room –
Think: Be positive, be positive
Say: Come on Smith, You gotta get up now.
Go into kitchen, pack Smith’s “lunch” of applesauce pouch, goldfish, peanut butter crackers, some kind of red drink he likes, fruit snacks….
Don’t judge me! I know it’s awful – but he also eats in the school cafeteria – he just likes a variety …. Yeah, that’s what I’m telling myself ….
Back in boys’ room
Think: I love my boys. I love my boys.
Smith still in fetal position just out of reach on the top bunk – begin to rouse Charlie, decide to try to get him in underpants and a “normal shirt” while he is still half asleep, maybe he won’t notice what I’m doing
Underwear, no problem
Pants, on – good
Shirt – Uh, Oh – he’s not having it, he wants a pajama shirt – I tell him no, force “normal shirt” on him anyway
Leave Charlie crying and screaming in my bed about needing a pajama shirt
Back into boys’ room – Smith is close enough to the edge that I can grab him and drag him over the railing, I carry him into bedroom to get dressed
All good until we get to the shoes – not tight enough; Charlie also upset about shoes – wants his fireman boots – don’t know where those are – tennis shoes it is kid
Charlie still crying/shrieking about shirt so I change his shirt – Who cares if he wears pajamas that don’t match to daycare?
Both boys are dressed – Whew!
I carry my 3 bags and Smith’s 2 bags down to the van and come back for coffee (two cups – one regular mug, one travel mug)
Both boys refuse to walk downstairs ….
I threaten them with: Whoever has to be carried down these steps will not get the ipad or any TV when we get home this afternoon!
Carry two cups of coffee down and start the van
Come back, nobody’s walking ….
Carry both boys down the steps ….
Think: Great, now I will have to listen to the “I want the ipad! Mama, why can’t I watch Sponge Bob? I want Handy Manny now!!!! ABCs on IPAD!! ABCs on IPAD!! ABCs on IPAD!!” whining for approximately 4 hours this afternoon/evening until bedtime
Get boys in van and buckled
Think: Don’t be mean. Don’t be mean.
Finally, when all else fails PRAY! (Why didn’t I start with this?!?)
Thank you for these two beautiful children. Thank you for blessing my life by allowing me to Mama my Smithers and Char Char.
Jesus, please help me to love these boys with Your heart. Please take out my cold, dead, grumpy, sleep-deprived heart and replace it with Your’s.
Jesus, I need you so much first thing in the morning. I need you so much all day, every day, but especially in these rushed, chaotic, stressful, running late, getting to school mornings.
Jesus, please let me always see my boys for the gift they are even when, especially when, they are driving me up the wall and getting on my last nerve! Jesus, please let me boys know Your love and Your heart through their Mama.
Lesson Learned – get off the ipad and go to bed, get up when the alarm goes off (well,at least by the third time) and, most important of all – PRAY FIRST!!