My morning started out with me waking up to Nathan sobbing loudly at 6:30 am. I stumbled out of bed, went into his room, hugged him, and asked what was wrong. He just sniffed and wouldn’t answer. I hugged him for a few minutes and then explained that it was still very early & we were going to sleep for a couple more hours. He nodded, I tucked him in, and we both went back to sleep. Emily woke me up at 8 am and even though I hoped to get another 1/2 hour of sleep in (I was bad & didn’t go to bed until 12:30 am), no such luck. Emily was upset because she had thrown her beloved pink puppy (her lovey) out of her crib and she couldn’t reach puppy. Oh, the tears! So I reunited her & “Puppy” (we still need to name that stuffed dog – I’m used to my boy who names everything exactly what it is – “puppy” “bear” “cow” and so on) and our morning began.
Next stop, downstairs. Nathan starts yelling “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Abby went poopies on the floor! Oh no!” Thankfully he was wide awake and didn’t step in the ever-so-nice present the darn dog left for me. I tell Nathan that he can stop yelling (despite the fact that I am standing right next to him) – I hear him – and get the kids their breakfast.
“Mommy, mommy! Don’t forget the juice!”
No, I am not forgetting your juice, I am just putting the milk away…
Then I tackle the lovely dog poop. I hate dog messes on my floors and first thing in the morning, when I am still walking around in a zombie-like-daze, does not improve my anti-morning mood.
I finally get to use the bathroom myself & then put my contacts in (I don’t like wearing glasses and my prescription isn’t even updated anyways. Why is it that insurance only covers contacts OR glasses?! Don’t they know that if you wear contacts, you almost certainly need glasses for some of the time anyways!? Hence my 3 or 4 year old glasses… anyways…) At this point, Nathan finishes his breakfast and shoots away to the living room, leaving Emily alone in the kitchen. Emily is a very sociable little girl and she does not like to be alone. So she starts yelling for me very loudly & I hurry in there before she melts down. (Yes she can & will melt down over something as little as that and I was still too tired at that point to deal with it.) I empty the dishwasher, feed the dogs, feed the birds, remind Nathan to clear & wipe off the table, get Emily cleaned up & down from the highchair, and then remember that I still have not eaten breakfast myself.
This is my morning.
Laundry. Picking up. Vacuuming. Cleaning up dog throw-up from my freshly vacuumed carpet (apparently something didn’t set well with Abby – where’s the ick & rolling eyes icons when you need ’em?!). More laundry.
I did manage to get my 1 mile exercise routine in. Yay!
Lunchtime and around 1:30, we went out to Shaw’s to do some coupon-shopping. Even though Nate wasn’t here, there were some deals that were too good to miss.
45 minutes later & I bought $250 worth of groceries for $113.
Not one of my best shopping trips, but also not bad considering I bought 25 lb of chicken breasts, a lot of produce & dairy products, and a bunch of other things I needed that I didn’t have coupons for.
In terms of coupons, I got 18 boxes of cereal (Shredded Wheat, Special K, etc.) for approx 80 cents a box, 6 boxes of Keebler crackers for 50 cents a box, 3 bags of Doritos (I don’t usually buy chips, but these are for our upcoming trip to Ohio for Nate to munch on while driving) for $1.00 each (B1G2F sale w. coupon), 6 boxes of Kleenex for free and numerous other things.
I could have gotten another dozen boxes of Kleenex for free, more cereal, and a bunch of other things, but with Nate not with me, I can only handle so many groceries and 2 kids. I tried doing the one shopping cart, checking out, and going back into the store for another load in the past – it doesn’t go over well.
We get home and this time it’s almost 3 pm. Emily is getting tired (she only took a short nap earlier) and is whining and Nathan is arguing that he still wants Jello as a snack despite the fact that he just finished off a small bag of M&Ms I got him as a special treat. I’m tired.
I still have to unload all those groceries. (Another reason why I like to do coupon-shopping-trips with Nate – he does all the unloading.) And put them away.
Nathan helps me bring in a few bags of cereal and then trips & barely bumps his leg on the stairs, but he is really into overreacting over minor injuries lately, so he lost it and started screaming at the top of his lungs outside on the steps. Emily went out, saw her brother screaming, and decided to join him. So I had 2 kids screaming bloody-murder in the front yard. Nice.
I bring them in, give them a bowl of crackers (to hopefully keep them out of the way while I finish unloading & putting away the groceries.) Nice theory, but Emily is into “hoarding” food lately. She will literally take as much as she can of something and then carry it around with her. She tried taking the whole bowl. Nathan of course didn’t like that, I made her put it back, and she had a meltdown. Ok, nap time for little girls.
I sent Nathan outside, finished putting the groceries away, and sat down to rest for 5 minutes. But as any other mother knows, how often does that happen?! Nathan kept coming inside with one problem or another regarding his new bubble kits I got him from Walmart recently. I finally got fed up with it all and told him to stay outside and not come in, or I would take his bubbles away. (I know, I know, not very patient, but I was tired.) And would he also PLEASE put his jacket back on! He was wearing short-sleeves and it’s been chilly lately – it was only 50 degrees out. Nathan started screaming and throwing a fit and I look outside to see him throwing his jacket down on the porch and stomping out into the yard. Needless to say, he got in trouble. But then he threw another screaming fit and got sent into the bathroom for a time out. He wasn’t happy about that and proceeded to scream even louder in the bathroom. At which point, Daddy got involved and told Nathan (with the help of my cellphone of course) that he would be in big trouble when Daddy came home tonight.
So Nathan is still sitting in the bathroom, supposedly thinking about what he did wrong, I am taking a time out myself – because I am tired and frustrated – and writing this blog. I have to finish up the dishes – I’ve been trying to clean out the fridge in the midst of the chaos.
I’m feeling better now. Sometimes you just need to get it off your chest – whether it’s to vent to a friend or write it on your blog. It does help.
Another thing all you moms can relate to: why is it that whenever I’m on the phone, whether it be on a business phone call with the insurance company or talking to my mom, everyone – from the kids to the birds – increases their volume by X amount of decibels!?!!!!!
Seriously, I have resorted to taking the phone into the bathroom because I can’t hear! And if I don’t lock the door, they open it and follow me in. My 2 parakeets always chirp very loudly whenever I’m on the phone. It’s like they have to compete with my voice or something. Then I have my crazy pug, Abby, who likes to wrestle loudly with Teddy, our pomeranian. No big deal, you say. True, except that Abby loves me so much, she has to follow me around. So they literally wrestle right under my feet. And they’re loud – growling and pug-screeching.
Then there’s Emily who has hit that whining-about-everything-because-she-can’t-communicate-as-well-as-she’d-like phase. Nathan will have a problem with his magna doodle or leapster or Emily knocking his block creation over. Something.
So I find myself asking the poor insurance guy to hold on once again, while I ask them to “PLEASE, be quiet for just 30 more seconds?!” There is silence for about .5 seconds and it begins again. I can hear the insurance guy chuckling. At least he’s in a good mood!