"Mommy, mommy , mommy" is what i was woken up to at 7:11 am. OH MY GOD. I stumbled out of bed, stepped on a god damn army guy and after i kicked it it hit the door and i stepped on it again. So i rush into codies room to nicely and QUICKLY try wake him up.So i did the arm brushing and whispering "codie buddy wake up its time to go to school now" nope not budging damn this kid is such a sound sleeper sometimes and is miserable to wake up, so once again I go the nice approach and pat his back being nice, when the damn kid yells "RAWRRRR" and scares me awake!!! He scared the crap out of me and then he busted out laughing. This kid is something else and of course made me laugh so hard like he usually does when I'm feeling blah.. He is so clever when he is not driving me crazy!
The 3 hours he was at school was filled with lots of "eh, eh , eh , eh" "mommy,mommy,mommy" "wahhh wahhh" That was Mckenzie whining and crying about every little thing. Because she is mommies pretty pretty princess and gets away with everything. So its my fault that she is the insane monster she is. Not that i will admit that to anyone else. So i have to deal with the whinny monster i have created. She is very determined to get what she wants. If she wants to play in the sink and do the dishes with me then she goes and finds a chair (one of the kids fold-able ones) and carries it to where she needs it. I swear one of these days there will be no chairs in my house because i will have thrown them all out the window. I cant get anything done without a chair being put on my foot or pushing me over or a little head poking out between my arms, not that its not cute, it is.... but only sometimes. So after somehow doing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen and living room i panic as i look at the clock and realize that my codie-free time is just about over. **explicit* is what i say to that.
Codies school day ends at 10:45. So i usually go outside at about 11 and mckenzie and i draw with chalk and then she plays a game where mom has to keep chasing her around because she is such a runaway and every second she doesn't feel an eye on her she darts. So were waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and my stomach is growling louder and louder and Mckenzie was is getting more crabby and the time keeps ticking, finally i look at the time and its almost 11:30. Where is my kid? So i go into my crazy nuratic ways thinking about every little thing that could be going wrong, and i panic because what if his bus tag i made for him fell off and he is on some weird bus and all scared and doesn't know where he is and gets left on the bus and O here comes the bus. .....
And now its nap and relax time and man did that go fast to, I'm sure ill be hearing that super adorable little girl voice yelling for me to come rescue her from her crib and whine for some juice and then another evening full of whining...
So until next time Thanks for listening to me ramble about my Monday morning! Hope your was better
LOL. My Mondays are nothing like yours. My little guy loves to sleep. He is only 19 months old and goes to bed at 9 at night and doesn't get up tell 10:30. Lucky me you would think. Its horrible really. I don't get out of bed tell I hear him crying for me so my whole day is gone before I even start it! ( not to mention I stay up tell 2 every night)
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