I wake up daily with eyes half asleep. I trot from my bathroom to the kitchen, with a screaming stop at my son's room. Yes, I start the day right! It's embarrassing to lose it that soon, but what can I do? Screaming jump starts the morning routine for my first grader, otherwise he'd sit on a corner and not do anything until kingdom come. To keep myself sane, I insert a morning prayer and listen through podcast the daily readings, while I prepare breakfast and packed lunch. I juggle all these with two toddlers whining for their milk and diaper change. Yes, they wake up early too...
(My husband fends for himself with cereal. If he's lucky, he gets a hot breakfast and packed lunch)
Normalcy or whatever it is, starts when the eldest leaves the moment my alarm rings at 8:17 AM. (You don't know how many alarms I have throughout the day!). Sometimes, I walk him to the stop with the two toddlers with me. Sometimes, I leave the young ones for a few minutes.
Ah, finally I sit and try to eat breakfast... but not too fast! There is chaos everywhere... there are days, when I can't stop cleaning... and there are days, where I turn a blind eye and don't really care how my house looks like.
Lately, these two toddlers beat the crap out of me. I yell in madness and frustration, because I can't just keep up. Just a few minutes in the bathroom, then I see broken spice jars, or them swinging by the chandeliers to the tune of "wee! I'm swinging!", or a chemical lab of concoction -- milk with soy sauce, water with a slipper, cookies with soup, etc... It's not funny when you live my life. It's only funny when it happens to someone else.
I am blissful when they nap. Yes, I am!