Let's just say, it sucks. Gone are the days of rising out of bed and turning on the lights and your favorite funny radio show while you shower, primp, and select clothing for the day.
Now my alarm goes off at 6:00am and I really need to set it earlier but I just can't bare to do so. Getting up earlier then 6:00 am should be illegal. This morning I literally whimpered, "Noooo!" when I heard that annoyingly familiar beep, beep, beep. Of course I hit the snooze button because I'm weak and lame like that. I know my husband hates it but it's truly an uncontrollable response. I stumble out of bed in the dark so as not to wake him even more or wake the boys who faithfully rise like roosters. I make it to the bathroom and shower (a miracle in itself) and realize I didn't set my clothes out the night before. This is something I hate to do. I prefer to be fashionably spontaneous, another trait that my hubs can't stand. So as quiet as I try to be while I take 3 or 4 trips in and out of the bathroom and into my closet and back again, I'm startled when I see a pair of little eyes spying on me. It was Muffin. So if he is awake his brother isn't far behind. Before I'm even fully clothed both boys, now 5 & 7 are up and ready to play. I try to persuade them to lay quietly in one of their rooms but I can hear them laughing all the way down the hallway. I know Hubs couldn't possibly be sleeping but he pretends, wishful thinking I suppose.
Then I head downstairs for a travel cup of coffee and go but they need my help to get their favorite morning appetizer, yogurt and cheerios, of course. I quickly get what they need and fulfill all their requests but I want to be there to take care of them but I have to rush out. I leave the house feeling like a bad mom and generally unorganized and slovenly to be quite honest.
I wonder what I should wear tomorrow...
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