the alarm went off at six this morning like it usually does, but the high pitched clanging rattled my very core today. with a scowl that only a mother could love, i opened my eyes, and saw the deep purple haze of dawn stretching through my windows. i sighed, yawned, and buried my face back into the pillow.
mornings are stupid.
before i could finish that thought, i heard the giggles of tiny cherubs echoing from the other room. with heavy limbs, i pulled back the duvet, and exposed my warm skin to the frigid air lingering in my apartment. i rubbed my face and muttered "i'm up, i'm up".
bare-legged and barefooted, i shuffled into the kitchen to find luna and holly pouring some orange juice.
(real juice, not orange drink. the difference is vast.)
they both greeted me with a grin that vaguely reminded me of the cheshire cat.
i kissed them both on the head, bidding them a good morning, and proceeded to walk to the bathroom.
the thing you all must realize is that, with three children in a two bedroom apartment, privacy isn't something any of us are familiar with.
that said, i had an audience whilst i peed.
"mom? when are we going to the water park to swim?" luna asked.
"mom? can i have cakes?!" holly chimed in.
i gave the respectable answers of "in the summer" and "no, you may not have cake for breakfast".
that was enough to shatter their hearts for about 5 seconds before they scattered off to chase the cats into the other room. i had to wake up gwen, oddly enough, but i've embraced that she's entered an age where sleep is almost enjoyable and no longer a chore.
the following twenty minutes were filled with fashion arguments, combing out tangles, crooked pony-tails, teeth brushing, sock finding, and a dispute between holly and i that could be heard within a one mile radius.
she had on blue pants, but dammit, she wanted pink pants. there's no way to rationalize with a four year old, especially when pink pants are involved. i pointed out that her multi-tone blue polka-dot shirt would not, in fact, match the pink pants. she looked down at her blue pants, tugged at them a bit, and looked back up at me with a quivering bottom lip: "i ... want ... PINK ... PANTS!"
gwen and luna marched merrily off into the school.
holly did not get her pink pants, and she surely let her teacher know about it.
hopefully by the end of the school day she'll have forgotten all about her pink pants.
hopefully.
and with that, i have a horrendous list of things to do today myself.
company in the car would be nice, but i'm not holding my breath.
fooey.
mornings are stupid.
before i could finish that thought, i heard the giggles of tiny cherubs echoing from the other room. with heavy limbs, i pulled back the duvet, and exposed my warm skin to the frigid air lingering in my apartment. i rubbed my face and muttered "i'm up, i'm up".
bare-legged and barefooted, i shuffled into the kitchen to find luna and holly pouring some orange juice.
(real juice, not orange drink. the difference is vast.)
they both greeted me with a grin that vaguely reminded me of the cheshire cat.
i kissed them both on the head, bidding them a good morning, and proceeded to walk to the bathroom.
the thing you all must realize is that, with three children in a two bedroom apartment, privacy isn't something any of us are familiar with.
that said, i had an audience whilst i peed.
"mom? when are we going to the water park to swim?" luna asked.
"mom? can i have cakes?!" holly chimed in.
i gave the respectable answers of "in the summer" and "no, you may not have cake for breakfast".
that was enough to shatter their hearts for about 5 seconds before they scattered off to chase the cats into the other room. i had to wake up gwen, oddly enough, but i've embraced that she's entered an age where sleep is almost enjoyable and no longer a chore.
the following twenty minutes were filled with fashion arguments, combing out tangles, crooked pony-tails, teeth brushing, sock finding, and a dispute between holly and i that could be heard within a one mile radius.
she had on blue pants, but dammit, she wanted pink pants. there's no way to rationalize with a four year old, especially when pink pants are involved. i pointed out that her multi-tone blue polka-dot shirt would not, in fact, match the pink pants. she looked down at her blue pants, tugged at them a bit, and looked back up at me with a quivering bottom lip: "i ... want ... PINK ... PANTS!"
gwen and luna marched merrily off into the school.
holly did not get her pink pants, and she surely let her teacher know about it.
hopefully by the end of the school day she'll have forgotten all about her pink pants.
hopefully.
and with that, i have a horrendous list of things to do today myself.
company in the car would be nice, but i'm not holding my breath.
fooey.
Good stuff. Sounds pretty similar to my mornings!
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