Morning...

Ahhh...mornings and I have never been compatable. Thus the reliance on coffee.

However, this morning has to have been one of the more comical. Like you laughing at me, and one day years down the road, I laugh with you.

So Er crawled into bed with us about 6:30am. Her mouth hurting from thrush. So up I get, in the shower to wake up. Er stayed in the bathroom, and in 10 minutes managed to spray hairspray over her hands, pull out an entire box of tampons and spread them all over the floor, lining them up, and get naked. IN TEN MINUTES!!

So cleanup that mess, brush teeth, and get dressed. Advise Re that in five minutes, we'd turn off tv and get ready for our day. Unload dryer, and come back and turn off tv. Wailing and nashing of teeth follows. Pick Er up to get dressed, go to bedroom. Hear TV come on. Walk back to living room, turn off TV to protest from Re. Remind him it's time to get ready for school. He shakes his head, I ignore the protest and go get Er dressed.

While in there room, smell pee. Trying to figure out which bed is wet. Neither is....hmmm...mystery to be solved later in the day when brain is working at a higher level. Go back to living room, where Re is hiding in blanket. Go start breakfast, as food usually motivates him. Well, as soon as english muffins were served, he was ready to eat. Except he was dressed in his pj's and we eat breakfast in our clothes. So instead of getting dressed, he stood by the food and tried to figure a way to get to it. So off we go, hand in hand to get dressed. I choose his clothes, and start to take pj's off. He lets me, but I can tell he is unhappy about this. I just keep telling him I'm happy to help him, and since he needs clothes to eat breakfast, I'll help him get dressed so he can eat. In the process, I accidentally scratch his face, and he falls completely apart. The same kid who can take a major spill on his rollerblades and get up laughing. So hugs and kisses later, we are finally dressed.

Breakfast is served. Re ate what was in front of him, asked for more and was given another english muffin. I told him to eat the strawberries and drink his milk while he waiting. He pushed the strawberries away, and grunted. Okay, so you don't want them. Anyone want them? Okay, here you go. Now Re wants them. Bummer, that is the last of them. Nope, can't take your sisters, as she is already have quite a morning. Every bite makes her cry. Bite, cry, give her a drink of water, bite, cry, drink, bite, cry, drink....

With breakfast over, it's time to get ready for school. Re backpack is full of water from a leaking water bottle. Books and homework ruined. Find spelling words he didn't have for this week. He needs snack. Animal crackers gone. Er is still eating. Bite, cry, drink, bite, cry, drink in the background. Re wants to try every cracker we have to decide which one. But it's time to be walking out the door, not having a food sampling. So mom packs snack, and Re gets an apple, and I remind him he still needs shoes. He shakes his head no. At this point, I no longer really care if he wears shoes, as long as he takes them. So I hand them to him, and tell him that he will have them when his socks get wet. This seems to register and he decides that isn't a good plan. So he gets them halfway on, and whines for help, so after another small battle shoes are successfully on and tied.

Er is still eating a bite, crying and drinking. When she suddenly jumps up and runs for the bathroom. She makes is by a hair. So the continuous drinking for an hour is going to create many potty breaks. I usher kids out to school, hugs and kisses, sweatshirts adjusted, and sigh a huge sigh of relief. Now to clean the breakfast up, switch laundry, have coffee, figure out where the pee is at, and then off to the library for storytime, then to the doctors office. No wonder I crashed last night, I must have known what was coming.