And people wonder what I do all day...

[vintagevanessa]

Okay, so my morning goes like this:

1. Wake up after the alarm has been going off for at least fifteen minutes.  Stumble downstairs to brew coffee.  Blessed, blessed coffee.
2. Wrestle 5 grouchy children out of bed into a freezing cold house-- freezing because the timer for the furnace is on the blink again-- feed them.
3. Remind child #4 to test his blood glucose before eating.
4. Try to snatch a few bites of yogurt.
5. Remind him again.
6. Attempt to influence clothing decisions.
7. Take waffle away from #4 and remind him again.  ADD and juvenile diabetes really ought to be mutually exclusive.
8. Push children out into the rain.  13-year old won't wear jacket (not cool?), 17-year old has lost bus pass, and 9-year old has a field trip for which she needs rain boots.  10-year old rushes back into house to pee one more time before the long walk to school (four blocks- you'd think it was a death march).
9. Kiss the man good-bye, remind him to win bread, bring home bacon, etc.
10. Reach for yogurt, miss it,  follow licking sounds to dining room table, under which dog is ensconced-- finishing my yogurt.
11. Eat toasted bagel (the part not licked by the dog) and burn tongue on cup of too-hot coffee.
12. Let dog outside, chase him through the open gate (in my pajamas), close gate, and step in fresh poop on my way back inside.
13. Clean off poop.
14. Listen (from my seat in the bathroom) to dog shredding, mutilating, and dragging newspaper from the recycling bin.  Wash hands, then pick up shredded paper and let whining dog back outside, then back in.  Again.
15. Slam cup of coffee, now cold.
16. Try to log onto laptop, only to find it has frozen and won't budge.  Hard boot.
17. Laundry, while I'm waiting.
18. Log into email, delete 127 (give or take) junk mails about Erectile Dysfunction and breast implants, and search for the laser tag link for the kid's birthday. 
19. Pay the laser tag people (ouch) and log into bank account to check balances.
20. Discover SEVERAL charges I don't recognize.  Breathe deeply.
21. Write a few politely worded emails to the bank (WHAT THE HELL???) and continue to breathe deeply.
22. Stalk dramatically about the house for a moment (or two), talking to the dog and waving my hands.
23. Dishes.  Why do we have so many dishes?
24. Laundry.  Again. 
25. Take out kitchen trash.  Pick up spilled rice from bottom of bag, which has a hole in it and left a trail from the kitchen through the family room to the back door.
26. Head up to the playroom to get the vacuum cleaner to clean up rice.  Trip over cat #1, step on tail of cat #2, suffer aggrieved looks from both.
27. Turn on air hockey table in an attempt to flush out the smell of mildew from the last time the kids spilled on it.  Spray on cleaning stuff, wipe off cleaning stuff, fight off dog (who is sure I'm down on the floor to play with him) and open a few windows.
28. Listen to dog barking at the air hockey table while folding laundry. 
29. Think about taking a vacation.  Alone.  Somewhere hot, with fancy umbrella/coconut-type drinks.  A lot more thinking.
30. Clean up more shredded paper.  Who needs a shredder?  We can give our private documents to the dog.
31. Fight some medication into the cat #3, who is wearing an Elizabethan collar from the vet and hates his life.  A.K.A. the cat in the iron mask. 
32. Alright, I'll admit it.  I drank a Diet Coke through some Red Vines and ate a truffle.
33. Clean up tissues from child #4's bed.  Try to put humidifier back together.  Take pieces downstairs for later reassembly.
34. Clean kids bathroom.  For real.  Yes, I realize the boys "cleaned" it yesterday.  (Why is there pee on the back of the toilet?)  Put towels away, get laundry off floor, and arrange baskets on counter to be of some use.
35. Realize that the smell coming from the air hockey table might be impossible to remove.  Try not to breath deeply.
36. Let whining dog outside.  Yes, again.  No more yogurt for him.
37. Call the school to remind them that child #2 has an appointment and needs to leave early-- as is clearly stated in the note I sent.  ("What note?")

 

 Now, I'm going to take a small sanity break, followed by a trip to the grocery store.  Oh, wait.  The car is full of donations for the school rummage sale.  Ok, so I'll go to the school first, store next, then home to unload groceries.  Then to school #2 to pick up child #2 for doctor appointment, drop her, back to school #1 for 2 youngest children, then back to doctor to pick up #2...  Sigh.  Sanity break will have to wait... and will be followed by more vacuuming.

Tags: crazy, diabetes, errands, large family, morning

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[robertac]

Nov. 20, 2008 at 2:43 PM

you need to put "take a deep breath" in there somewhere!

 

I applaud you

Bobbie

http://oneyeartohappy.blogspot.com/

One year of Positives

[princess1973]

Nov. 20, 2008 at 3:20 PM

I remember the days of being a SAHM.....and yes you need a few deep breaths and a long vacation to someplace where you can put your toes in the sand and have one of those fruity drinks......

[dodie_s]

Nov. 21, 2008 at 11:23 PM

that is too funny ! how did yo mangage to write it all down. not dlouting you did all this. no sirre