Tuesday morning started as any other morning. Well sort of. My youngest son Lincoln had a rough night after his shots from the day before. AS SOON as I had the little bundle laid down within 15 minutes the little stinker was wide awake. So to say the least it was a long night of cluster feedings, cuddling, and it never fails all of my kiddos love to be rocked back and forth, in momma's arm standing up. In this instance the ring sling just wasn't close enough. Off and on through the night till around 1:15 all was good until my knee decided old age had set in and gave out. No more standing up rocking little Lincoln back and forth the way he loves to be held and rocked. Luckily enough for me the sleepless little boy had finally given in for a 45 minute nap, giving this very worn out momma a short nap.
A nap, but at the same time the worst nap. You know the kind that instead that makes you more tired and less able to function than if you had just stayed awake. So when the two o clock alarm went off to wake myself and my slumbering husband to get up, dress, and head to pick up our papers for our paper routes my body screamed enough woman. So instead my husband took my place while I stayed home to continue the night with our restless Little Lincoln who after my husband had left out, returned to his fifteen minute increments of slumbering cat naps. Fast forward to 6 am one little boy, surprising bright eyed and bushy tailed is awake giggling. One momma tired and raccoon eyed preparing 5 beyond grumpy, grumpersons to get ready for our regularly programmed schedule of Tuesday morning speech therapy.
Kid number 1 yelling at kiddo number 3, then number 3 yelling back, number 2 making a mess with a mountain of clothes to find that one shirt he loves. Then there's a little girl, or kid number 4 fussing because she can't open the child lock gate leading to the front hallway where the shoes are stashed in their proper cubby holes. Wait a minute where is number 5?... Oh that's right, needing a diaper change.... Then it's back to kid number 1, mother hening number 3 and 4. Back to number 2 complaining about who knows what. Then there's poor hubby trying to lay down before he goes in for his day time job. With one giggling baby that has found out blowing raspberries is the funniest thing and 5 others yelling and whining, and here's little ole me. With one big decision to make. Hum either start with the oldest and work my down with marching orders. Which will more than likely lead to kid number three shutting down before his therapy session. With the snowball effect of two following children pouting because of wanting moms help not older grumpy, bossy boys, and this momma loosing all hope of a somewhat good day.
OR this momma even though is beyond the need for sleep and caffeine...wait nope breastfeeding...plus I hate coffee so no monsters or bang energy drinks...ugh it's been well over a year and I year for one in this moment feel my sanity slipping...so just keep trucking along... woman, that baby boy doesn't need any more stimulates of being awake...Wham bam, thank you mam! Oh where was I? Oh yes this momma can keep trucking along and just be the most compassionate, most attentive to their needs, and hope for the best. Luckily for me that plan goes well. Because you know with kids you just never really know what trigger blows the bomb.
Sebastian (1) is upset no one is listening or helping to get the younger ones ready. Fox (2) can't find the like three favorite shits he has, since mom made him fold and put away his clothes he had stashed away from mom's ability to wash. Ultimately got washed. Declan (3) doesn't want to be told what to do, he already knows, he needs to get ready before he can help little girl with the gate for her shoes. Clementine (4) knows what she is doing and doesn't want help finding clothes, wants to wear one of her pretty dresses to therapy to show Samantha her therapist. Her favorite sandals is on the other side of the bloody gate that no one will open. Then There's Quentin (5) who only wants mom to change his bum, and help with his shoes. Back again to Lincoln still happy as can be playing on his floor mat blowing bubbles. After getting everything straighten out, away we go in the van, book in hand, knitting project in tote. Though the likelihood of actually getting to work on it at this point is a joke. Other than that one relieved momma that we are leaving on time and six happy kiddos. Phew all before 8:45.
Once every one is in the therapy office, Clementine heads back and we begin our morning reading of one of our family books. We finished chapter one when I received a call confirming the appointment for Lincoln with the eye doctor. Okay done. then a message from my husband. He has locked his key in our durango at work....hum...it's 9:30.
Okay the planning begins as I wait for Clementine to come out, Declan to go back, and my husband to message back how for us to meet for him to get my key. Out comes Clementine, back goes Declan.
kay no word.
Do I leave now with 45 minutes to head to husbands work 20 minutes, hand over keys, head back 20 minutes and risk the thing of being late to pick up Declan.
Or ...
text from husband he has some deliveries in the neighboring town so can meet up at the park after Declan gets out of therapy he'll need to leave that area by 10:45.
Mkay I can make this work.
Declan gets out at 10:30 it is now 10:10 so I can load up the kids, pull in the drive through, pick up Declan, and be on our way. Sebastian reads the park location as Dupree, k all, good.
Pick up Declan, about to leave parking lot and husband sends text he's heading that way.
Luckily Sebastian notices he read the wrong park, before getting on the freeway so we can correctly head in the opposite. Kiddo was thinking of soccer since we had bee discussing practices at Dupree park before my husbands text.
So now heading to the correct park, Burns Park. All is good, chaotic, but good. Meat up with dear husband, saved the day...woman in cape moment...then decided...today is a good day to unwind, redirect our energies, have some fun, and relax.
The kiddos got to spend the remainder of the day running, playing, climbing and just doing all the things kids do. It was Hot! Oh but it was well worth it after the morning we had. Sometimes you have to loosen the belt and just remember to live in the moment and have fun. Just a little bit of kindness can turn the worst of mornings around saving the day.
By the way this is not our typical DITL, but even a mom of six, that homeschools, wears dreadlocks, loves essential oils, knits/crochets, loves to read,and loves her herbal teas can have a rough day. Yes they are all mine, I'd never want it any other way, this is my circus, these are my monkeys.
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