A day in the life of. . .
We’re usually up by 7:30 to be ready and out of the house by
9. The only morning person is my Cemily baby girl. She wakes up and is wide
awake and ready to go. The other 2 and me are slow going and grumpy. JD & I had to cut off our morning cuddles
early today. We’re both rather tired because from 2-4 kiddo was up in his room
with me. So there we are: I speed dress myself, get breakfast going, wake the
twins up, change diapers and potty. In between yell down reminders to JD to eat
and how much time he’s got left. The girls wanted PJ day. Fine, we’re late so
that’ll save us time. Brush teeth, diapers changed, socks on and I load up
their ziplock baggies for cheerios on the go. JD isn’t done breakfast so it’s
pancakes in ziplock baggy for breakfast on the go. I throw them all in the
minivan (not literally, c’mon people), double check everyone is strapped in and
we’ve got everything we need. Off we go to school. TSS texts she’s running 10
minutes late, okey dokey.No biggie, guaranteed we're running late too.
Do the preK drop off routine—unload the mom mobile, fight
with JD over breakfast in the cafeteria. He hates the cafeteria. I don’t blame
him, it’s crazy loud in there. Leave him doing the noodle twist on the floor
with his teacher, heart in my throat. Hoping and praying he'll be ok and that we don't get kicked out of this prek too. Dude, that's the reality, that's exactly what I fear everyday. Take a deep breath, wrestle the tots into
their car seats. Feel like I’m ready for a drink or a nap and off we go back
home.
Rush back home. Girls decide their breakfast and we’re
watching some Dora while I reheat my tea in the microwave for the 3rd
time. I sip my lukewarm tea standing by the kitchen until someone starts crying. Sigh. Oh crap, I just remembered I left a load in the washing machine. And I
better reload the dishwasher. Sigh.
While the girls are eating, I rush upstairs, do beds and clean the bathroom (5 year old newly potty trained boy he misses A LOT). Come downstairs and want to cry over the mess in the kitchen. Tackle that in between speech therapy and some coloring. I need to sweep again. Get interrupted a lot to dress their babies, their mommies, and to do ballet dance class with them. Fine, we’ll do all that. So girls are watching Nic Jr.while I’m cleaning up the dvds and I find an exercise dvd that I meant to try and have never done.
While the girls are eating, I rush upstairs, do beds and clean the bathroom (5 year old newly potty trained boy he misses A LOT). Come downstairs and want to cry over the mess in the kitchen. Tackle that in between speech therapy and some coloring. I need to sweep again. Get interrupted a lot to dress their babies, their mommies, and to do ballet dance class with them. Fine, we’ll do all that. So girls are watching Nic Jr.while I’m cleaning up the dvds and I find an exercise dvd that I meant to try and have never done.
I go get changed and wrestle the girls while trying to do 30
minutes of cardio. I don’t know if it’s the dvd or fighting with the girls but
Goodness I worked up a sweat! But sadly I don’t feel refreshed—why? Because the
girls have made me grumpy and miserable the last 30 minutes because they want
to watch cartoons. Little Snots.
Mad rush through shower, I may still have shampoo in my hair
but it’s all good. We get home and our TSS is waiting. The kids rush into
the house, sneakers go whichever way, coats go flying, backpack needs to be
checked, lunch box needs to be cleaned, girls need to eat lunch. I remind
loudly that coats get hung and sneakers go in their bins but somehow everyone
ignores me. So I get louder and suddenly its clear I mean business. In between
we work on speech and some sensory activities. Work on JD’s FBA at home to see
how he’s doing is he tracking progress etc?
She's gone and I take 5 minutes to check emails, request an IEP quarterly, send some texts to get progress reports from his therapists. Crap, what are we eating for dinner? It’s quarter to 6. I spent 10 minutes talking to my aunt for her belated birthday call & I gave the kids popsicles. Yup, total bribe so I could call my aunt. Ok positive incentive. Whatever, you get the deal. I found Apple D upstairs making a lagoon in the bathroom sink. She smiles and says: "Wash hands!" Uh huh. Cemily is in the living room playing in juice box puddles "Drink mommy?" uh huh. JD is calmly playing with his legos and a melted popsicle. Buddy why? "Huh?" is his reply. Yeah he forgot he had a popsicle. Sigh.. This is why I never call anyone.
I’m ready for bedtime. But I’ve got an 1 hour of zumba tonight and I need to get baths and pjs done. But wah we’re still fighting over dinner here. I have weird kids. They’re refusing mac n cheese. What kid doesn’t eat mac n cheese? Mine, that’s whos. Sigh. Gotta run, JD needs a calming hug. Oh and tomorrow? I get to do this crazy life all over again except tomorrow we’ve got 1 hour private therapies and a 20 minute drive to and fro on I-95.Its all good. It's just life. Exhausted!! And the house looks like a wreck even though I swept 3 times and cleaned the bathroom twice. Oh well.
She's gone and I take 5 minutes to check emails, request an IEP quarterly, send some texts to get progress reports from his therapists. Crap, what are we eating for dinner? It’s quarter to 6. I spent 10 minutes talking to my aunt for her belated birthday call & I gave the kids popsicles. Yup, total bribe so I could call my aunt. Ok positive incentive. Whatever, you get the deal. I found Apple D upstairs making a lagoon in the bathroom sink. She smiles and says: "Wash hands!" Uh huh. Cemily is in the living room playing in juice box puddles "Drink mommy?" uh huh. JD is calmly playing with his legos and a melted popsicle. Buddy why? "Huh?" is his reply. Yeah he forgot he had a popsicle. Sigh.. This is why I never call anyone.
I’m ready for bedtime. But I’ve got an 1 hour of zumba tonight and I need to get baths and pjs done. But wah we’re still fighting over dinner here. I have weird kids. They’re refusing mac n cheese. What kid doesn’t eat mac n cheese? Mine, that’s whos. Sigh. Gotta run, JD needs a calming hug. Oh and tomorrow? I get to do this crazy life all over again except tomorrow we’ve got 1 hour private therapies and a 20 minute drive to and fro on I-95.Its all good. It's just life. Exhausted!! And the house looks like a wreck even though I swept 3 times and cleaned the bathroom twice. Oh well.
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