Monday, Monday

I know I'm doing a lousy job of keeping this blog up, but my job as mother/maid/cook/chauffeur/errandgirl/laundress/mediator/servant is really taking a toll on me these days. My daughter's quick power naps combined with her need to destroy all that she sees is making life quite difficult. I honestly think that a team of handlers would be more efficient on her.

To illustrate this point, let me tell you about my morning so far.

My daughter woke up at 5:45 a.m. ready to go.

Ready. To. Go.

No matter what we did, we couldn't get her back to sleep. My husband decided to go ahead and get ready for work, and I thought it might be helpful to bring her to bed with me. I was sure that the darkness and gentle rain outside would lull her back to sleep.

Ha.

We lay there for 20-30 seconds, then she begins to jump on the bed yelling, "a doggy says "woof, woof", over and over and over...

So, I turn on the tv and found Barney. (Not my favorite, but I needed something to distract her so that I could get ready.)

She watched it for a few minutes, until she discovered I was in the bathtub. Then, she starts throwing all her toys in there with me. Ever get hit in the head with a rubber duck? It hurts more than you would think.

I get out, dry off, and try to get dressed. Then, I discover my daughter playing with my bra that was hanging on a doorknob. She was actually using it to swing from side-to-side like Tarzan in the jungle.

So, these kinds of antics went on for a while until it was time to wake my son for school. She gladly helped with that as well.

In order to get breakfast, my son's snack for school, and coffee made (very important!), I had to buckle my daughter to her booster seat at the table. So, that meant that she screamed and cried the entire time she was there. Do you know what it's like to try and do your morning routine while someone's screaming? It can affect your focus tremendously.

Finally, we get out the door, my son gets to school, and we get back home.

And, yes, my daughter is back in bed. For the sake of my own sanity, she had to go. There was no choice.

For now, there's nothing but the sound of silence and smell of coffee.

Aaaahhhhh