Disclaimer: this is going to be a rant so I completely understand if you just move on.
Have you ever been so feed up that just venting about something make you feel better? Well, be forewarned because I am about to vent since at present no one here is listening.
My morning v.s. his morning.
Starts out about 4:30 am when HE bring the little one in our room (which I usually get yelled at for doing) and lays him next to me. Little one lays on me, lays next to me, try to put his Binkie in my mouth, get upset when he drops on the floor so I have to retrieve it, crawls to the end on the bed and lays on my legs, rolls on and off of me, etc (I think you get the point).
I put on the TV with a "kids show" and head downstairs. Now I feed the cat and the fishes, take clothes out the dryer (adding them to the basket of clean clothes that I had asked HIM to bring up yesterday), start another load of laundry, carry the basket of clean clothes (double load) up the steps to the kitchen, make a pot of coffee, take said laundry upstairs to room and find HIM still asleep.
I fold the laundry and tell HIM to get up and get in the shower. While HE is in the shower I continue to fold, then iron my pants and his shirt for the day. I get the boys clothes together and collect the trash (trash day).
I get in the shower for no more than 10 mins. I would have thought that in 10 mins he could have put on the clothes and taken the BOYS down stairs to start breakfast. No, no, not the case.
When I step out the shower soaking wet I am greeting by the little one standing in front of the shower and HIM in front of the sink with the door wide open and the big one behind him. My towels are on the back of the door completely out of my reach. Now I am standing there with 3 other people in our small bathroom and unable to get to my towel. When I yell at them to get out they look at ME like I am the crazy one.
I take a few minutes to throw on my clothes and shoes, collect the boys clothes, my computer and blackberry, turn out all the lights and come down stairs. I would have thought by this time the boys would have their breakfast in front of them. No, no not the case.
They each had milk and one had a banana. HE was cutting up an apple for the big one, mind you we have an apple slicer/corer so why it take more that 30 second to cut up an apple is completely beyond me. I step in to get them the rest of their breakfast. (What I don't get is why not give them all the things that take seconds to get and then go cut the apple...which really should only take seconds to get?).
I dry my hair to the almost dry point. I take out the trash, and put the boys lunches (which I prepared the night before) in their bags and pack my work bag.
I tell HIM to get his shoes on (this is one of the thing that drives me crazy, why won't he put his shoe on as soon as he is dressed and why does it take so frickin long to do it the first place?).
I put the bags in the car and then go back to trying to tame my hair so I at least look human to go to work. He is finally dressing the little one. We both fight with the big one to finish his breakfast (which he had to wait for in the first place so I guess I should cut him some slack).
Finally the big one is done, goes potty and I dress him. I find their coats and have him dress one and I dress the other. Then he always asks are you ready to have them in the car? (why do you think we put their coats on???????)
I grab a travel mug of half reg/half decaf coffee (I so wish it was fully caffeinated) and jump in the car.
I get interrogated the whole way to school. Where are we going? Why are we going? Why are we stopping? Why are we going this way? Why is that car in front of us? Why did that car pass us? Why can't we catch that truck? Where is that truck going? When are we going home? When can we go outside? Why can't I drive? And so on!
I get them to daycare and the big one walks down the hallway like he's got lead in his shoes (this is the same kid who darts down the same hallway at the end of the day right as I am explaining to him to use his "walking feet").
I finally get them in school, bags unpacked, coats hung up and ready to head out the door. Little one throws a fit. I console him and take a few minutes to help him transition and once they get out the bubbles I am good to go.
I leave and get to work, throw my computer on the docking station, take off my coat and have a seat.
Time Check: 7:30 am!
4:30 am, little one cries out , pick him up and lay him next to his mother. Lay back down and go back to sleep.
Awaken by nagging wife 45 mins later to get in shower. Sit on the side of bed and contemplate (what I have no idea).
Take a shower, alone, in peace by myself.
Get our of shower and find that nagging wife ironed my shirt.
Get dressed while little one watches kids show, I watch a few minutes myself.
Decide to brush my teeth when nagging wife is trying to get out of shower, she then yelling something about needing a towel and to many people in the bathroom.
Take kids downstairs, grab milk cups that are already filled from fridge and give little one banana. Take my sweet old time cutting up and apple and sprinkling lemon juice on it so it does not brown before big one is done eating it in 5 mins.
Nagging wife is saying something about trash as I pack MY lunch and then she yelling at me to put on my shoes.
Little one seem done guess I'll dress him. Yell at big one for dilly dallying while eating.
Put my computer and lunch in car and start both cars.
Could not find little ones jacket, had to wait for wife to look. She finds everything.
Put kids in car after making sure it was time, I guess that it probably was since we did just put on their coats.
Kiss my love ones good bye.
Drive to work in peace and quiet listening to the radio with real music and news.
Park and get into work and start the day.
Time Check: 7:45 - 8:00 am
This was just today, everyday is some variation of this. I know yesterdays post I said, "life is good" and it still is just a little insane some days!
With the craziness that is always circling around me I am always grateful for the moments I get to share with my 3 boys. We step outside yesterday morning to find that the rain had cleared and the sun was shining. What better time to pack a lunch and picnic at the park.
We had not planned to go to the park it was a spur of the moment idea, and the best ideaever! I even did some rock climbing with Francesco.
I was amazed at how much fun the boys had playing on the rock wall, I need one of these at home.
I am picking this as my best shot, I like the flare.
I am grateful for a beautiful day and my beautiful family...life is good!
He asks everyday if he can dance on his bed, it's more like jumping but he has a great time!
I never did get the chance yesterday to post a picture for Wordless Wednesday so I am throwing in a bonus. I played with this one in LightRoom and love the effect, looks like they are outside at night.
Saturday morning the boys and I got up early and drove to my parents house. My Aunt and Uncle from Georgia were there to pick up my Pop (who is 92) to take him to the South till after Thanksgiving. It was great to see them and they love seeing the kids. The distance make it hard to see each other every year, so any opportunity we get we take it.
This was taken by my 3 1/2 year old...I just love it.
We left there and heading back North (about an hour drive) for Francesco's last soccer lesson. All he did was talk about playing soccer and once we got there he was ready to go home. I just don't get this kid some days. I left a little early to take Nicolo to get his mop of an head of hair cut. He did great standing still for Nana to give him a trim.
We had already planned to take the boys to Nana and Nonno' s for the evening so we could go to dinner (celebrating our 4 year Anniversary). My husband apparently asked if they could spend the night and so that what she was expecting. I did not argue. Not only were our boys spending the night but their cousins who are 9 and 10 were also staying. My In-laws had 4 boys overnight in their house...man are they brave. Come to find out all went well and they had a blast. Here is an 8 second video of just the kind of fun the boys have at Nana's house. I think it's hysterical but I also have that Mom instinct that's like.."I don't want to know". You know like Vegas...what happens at Nana's stays and Nana's. Tell me what you think?
Sunday morning in my house was so quiet I almost did not know what to do with myself. Michael suggested we go to breakfast...alone. It was divine, we had two meals in a row in peace and quiet. While in the middle of breakfast we get a call from his Dad. I immediately think somethings wrong ( because I am neurotic like that ) but come to find out it they were calling to see if we had left our house yet and if not could we bring the bottle of Bubble Stuff. Bubble Stuff, this is why they called us in the middle of our peaceful quiet meal. Then my husband says, we can go back an get it if they wanted. I at least convinced him we could stop and buy some (since it only 99 cents anyway). This is why they NEEDED the bubble stuff.
I think this is my best shot...
now mind you I protested letting him take him for the 40 foot ride that he went 1/2 mile an hour but Nicolo just loved it. Let just say, I am investing in a helmet for him because I know he is going to want to take a ride again.
As busy as we were this was just one of those weekends that you enjoyed and wished would never end.
Head on over to Tracey's at Mother May I for more Weekend Best Shot Mondays.