I feel like today is going to be one of those days.
My day started out with the kids waking me up as usual. Emily was throwing her puppy out of the pack ‘n play where she is sleeping while we are away. Then she would yell “Mommy, help, my PUPPY!” desperately until I would stumble out of bed (I’m sharing a room with the 2 kids), grope about for her puppy (yes it was 7:30 am and the sun was out, but I don’t wake up quickly), find it for her, give it back, and beg & plead her to lay down and “please let Mommy sleep for a few more minutes.” She obliges me for oh 3 or 4 blissful minutes & then she is back to throwing her puppy out & yelling. Nathan in the meantime wakes up. Whether it was before or after Emily awoke, I don’t know. He is asking to go out & find Grandpa. “Go back to sleep” I mumble. I close my eyes for a couple fleeting moments & then I realize Nathan is gone & Emily is yelling for him now as well as puppy. Ahhh, they are awake and determined. Ok, I’m up, I’m up!
Next step is breakfast during which Emily dumps her entire bowl of cheerios & milk all over herself & the floor. Oh how I love those early morning messes.
A few minutes later while I am changing Emily’s diaper, I hear the back door slam & groan. Nathan has exited and the “herd” has entered. The herd consists of my 2 small dogs, Abby & Teddy, and then there is Dad’s 75 lb golden retriever “puppy” (he’s just 8 months old, but he’s the size of a full grown golden.) They are all good dogs, but being young, they often get rowdy & let’s just say that I need a little space in the morning before facing them. I try my best to round them up & send them back outside. I manage to get Nicolas (the golden) & Teddy out, but Abby evades me. Oh well, I can deal with one dog. I call Nathan back in & he gets put in time out because he is supposed to always ask before going outside.
A little later, I let Nathan go back out (yes please get some of that endless energy out!!) I attend to some laundry & then sit down to finally eat my breakfast when he comes back inside. I must tell you that for the entire month that we have been here in Ohio, Nathan always stands at the back door & yells for us to let him in. He has a hard time opening the door because of where the handle is and the fact that there is a couple of steps, so it’s hard for him to reach. I’ve been trying to teach him how to do it, but so far he’s only managed it once or twice without my help.
But today, he does it by himself. He comes inside & stops in front of me.
“Mommy, I stepped in dog poopies.” he says very calmly.
Thankfully he has bare feet and even more thankfully, there wasn’t a lot of “dog poopies” on his foot. But I tell you, the ONE time he opens the door & comes in by himself!!!
Nathan isn’t done yet. More outside time. More chores for me. Emily follows me around, helping in her cute little ways. I finally sit down to hop on the computer for a little while and then I realize it’s about lunch time. On the counter is an empty package of Hostess Donut Sticks. I never buy treats like that but we had stopped at a discount Hostess store yesterday & they were only $1 so I bought some. I had given the kids each one as a mid-morning very special snack (and also possibly a give-Mom-a-break kind of snack.) Emily ate 2 bites and fed the rest to Nicolas, who had managed to sneak back inside. There were 5 left in the package when I wrapped them back up & put them up high. Apparently not high enough because my little boy found them & helped himself to the rest. FIVE donut sticks in one morning. It’s a wonder he doesn’t have a tummy ache already!
It’s only 12:20…my saving grace right now is that Emily is napping & Nathan is quietly reading on the couch. Maybe he’s figured out that Mom has had enough today & he’d better behave for now… ? Wouldn’t it be nice if he’d think that way all the time… ?
Ha! I know I’m hilarious, aren’t I?