Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Grandma, Come Save Me!
I knew what kind of day it was going to be at 4:15 this morning.
Because at 4:15 my son woke up crying as he sometimes does, not really awake but not really asleep, crying because he wants his mom or dad. First up was dad, who rocked him quietly and put him back to bed. Twelve minutes later it was my turn. I rocked. I put him back to bed. I tried to go back to sleep myself but didn't until 5:57.
Brad's alarm went off at 6.
The girls came in at 6:17.
Spence followed at 6:30.
Austin awoke again at 6:32.
Yep, I knew what kind of day it was going to be right away.
The kind where I go to put my contacts on and find that one of them is ripped right down the middle.
And I am out of replacement contacts.
And I hate wearing my glasses.
And I had a meeting this morning with people I'm just getting to know.
And my daughter decides to throw the mother of all fits and I have to leave the meeting early, completely embarrassed for losing my cool and mortified at my daughter's behavior.
And I have to make three trips to the car: one, to haul out a hysterical Sienna; two, to carry out an exhausted Austin; and three to carry out Lily who I am watching this morning. I'll tell you this: people who have twins are AMAZING because I am not built for it. Austin and Lily are 15 hours apart and it is tricky business watching those two.
And I have a PTO meeting tonight and I am vain enough to be completely insecure in my glasses even though I see women wearing them all the time and I think "wow! she looks fantastic! I wish I had cute, funky glasses like that!"
Maybe my glasses just aren't funky.
Maybe I just don't look fantastic.
Maybe I am unusually grumpy.
I'm off to do the floors, my most beloved of all household chores. Let's hope the funk passes quickly.
On The Mind Of The PRP