I have had a lot to chew on for the last week or so, and after many hours of deliberation I decided everything is going to be ok. I've always been told God won't put more weight on our shoulders than we can handle, so I ran with that.
This morning however, I had second thoughts when I got all the way to day care with Jordan, stepped inside, and realized I had 2 different shoes on. Luckily I distracted everyone there enough and quickly got out of there so no one noticed. Seriously. Summer gives me enough shit that I find it hard to make sure Jordan's outfit matches every single day, and now I am having trouble of my own!
Let me explain to you what my morning is like now. I get up every morning with about 30 minutes to get myself ready for the day, around 6:50 am. I have to start my car, pick out J's clothes if Sum didn't do it for me the night before, get his diaper bag ready, and most mornings start him a bath. Next comes the task of waking up my little monster. He is so cute when he sleeps, so it is hard for me to bring myself to getting him up. Once I do, it can go 1 of about 3 ways.
The first, he will ignore me, turn over, even if I have him completely bare ready for a bath. This option isn't too bad, considering he is in a pleasant mood, and usually will cooperate shortly after.
The second option is he will wake up and want music. I love this, because he will wake from a dead sleep and start playing the air guitar and looking at our clock radio. In this mood he is usually a push over for bath time. It amazes me how smart he actually is.
The third, is definitely the toughest, and that is when he doesn't want to do anything. As soon as I try to move him, he starts SCREAMING bloody murder. I think some mornings this can be brought on because my hands will be cold from scooping snow or scraping off my windows. Either way it is a battle to get him dressed, and a bath is definitely out of the question.
Then I have to get him dressed, put his shoes and coat on, get my shoes and coat on, grab all of our stuff and get him strapped in to his car seat. Some days are better than others, but I am supposed to be at work by 8.
I can't even think about what life will be like come September, and I have to get not just one little munchkin up, but TWO! I can feel my hair getting grey as I type.
This morning however, I had second thoughts when I got all the way to day care with Jordan, stepped inside, and realized I had 2 different shoes on. Luckily I distracted everyone there enough and quickly got out of there so no one noticed. Seriously. Summer gives me enough shit that I find it hard to make sure Jordan's outfit matches every single day, and now I am having trouble of my own!
Let me explain to you what my morning is like now. I get up every morning with about 30 minutes to get myself ready for the day, around 6:50 am. I have to start my car, pick out J's clothes if Sum didn't do it for me the night before, get his diaper bag ready, and most mornings start him a bath. Next comes the task of waking up my little monster. He is so cute when he sleeps, so it is hard for me to bring myself to getting him up. Once I do, it can go 1 of about 3 ways.The first, he will ignore me, turn over, even if I have him completely bare ready for a bath. This option isn't too bad, considering he is in a pleasant mood, and usually will cooperate shortly after.
The second option is he will wake up and want music. I love this, because he will wake from a dead sleep and start playing the air guitar and looking at our clock radio. In this mood he is usually a push over for bath time. It amazes me how smart he actually is.
The third, is definitely the toughest, and that is when he doesn't want to do anything. As soon as I try to move him, he starts SCREAMING bloody murder. I think some mornings this can be brought on because my hands will be cold from scooping snow or scraping off my windows. Either way it is a battle to get him dressed, and a bath is definitely out of the question.
Then I have to get him dressed, put his shoes and coat on, get my shoes and coat on, grab all of our stuff and get him strapped in to his car seat. Some days are better than others, but I am supposed to be at work by 8.
I can't even think about what life will be like come September, and I have to get not just one little munchkin up, but TWO! I can feel my hair getting grey as I type.
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