Rise and shine at 6:00. Who cares that your alarm is set for 6:45? You have a whiny five year old who "can't breathe". Stagger into kitchen and get her some cough syrup. Hmm, the container says to contact your physician if your child is under six. Well, she is almost six...and on the "healthy" side. Hmm, let's give her half of the recommended dosage, without the physicians consent, and call it good.
E: Is this the yucky kind?
Me: Yes. It's the one for coughs.
Might as well make lunches for the kids.
Run dishwasher.
Hmm, missionaries are coming for dinner, better thaw something.
I have time to make the cake this morning. I wanted a reason to eat some...I now have one (the missionaries are coming!). Missionaries like cake. Chocolate cake. Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and chocolate flakes all over. I am making it. I know I cant eat it all by myself because there won't be much left. No fork, left on the tray, eating a bite every time I come into the kitchen. Plus and minus.
Cake almost in the oven...notice half cup of oil on counter. Mix in oil. Cake in the oven.
Kids eating breakfast.
Brush Ember's hair.
Wake up Owen at seven because I am jealous he is sleeping in, and frankly, he went to bed way too late last night. If I can't sleep in, neither can he. He should take a nap today...and bedtime should be easier tonight.
Let Kaysen sleep. Cant get anything done once that kid is awake.
Dress Owen.
Feed Owen.
Eat.
Brush Ember's teeth.
Change Owen (only he can get coated in cereal and milk).
Brush Owen's hair and teeth. A little sticky...the hair that is.
Now it is me time. Brush hair and teeth. Throw on some clothes.
Take out cakes.
Finagle the kids into their shoes and socks.
Load them up, with their backpacks and science projects. Pick up Syd.
Walk with 5 kids in tow, 2 science projects, and 3 backpacks, in the rain, to the school (from the parking lot). Think to myself that Owen sure does walk slow.
Drop off science projects. Come home.
Vacuum.
Change diapers (again!).
Out the door to volunteer in Ember's class.
What will you get done before 10?
8 years ago
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6am, get the rabble rouser out of bed before she shouts the walls down. Nurse for half hour. Play with the tyke while simultaneously taking a shower and getting ready for the day. Dress the girl and change her diaper. Time for breakfast? Morning meds? Nope, gotta run the car to the shop by 7:30, pick up a loaner, high-tail it over to therapy. Home by 11. Now, after this, will tackle the laundry and the dishes while the little one sleeps. Maybe, if there's time, grab a bite. Please don't ask me what I'll be doing for the rest of the day!
Me? Not much. It's Monday, silly!
We're seriously lucky to be dressed and fed by then!
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