Monday, May 4, 2009
Coffee at 2:30 PM, Not a Good Sign
I'm not sure where my day went, but I was not in control or in charge. Usually I stay snuggled down in my covers, with my infant sleeping soundly beside me. I wait. A little head arrives, perfectly eye-level with mine. It is my second. He's ready to get up. "Get up mommy, cheesy eggs." It is a nice way to start the day. Soon, his older brother joins us in the kitchen for breakfast. But not this morning. This morning I was greeted with, "I poppy mommy. Change my diaper."
This was a completely liquefied, poopy diaper. Not a good sign, especially with all this Swine Flu media attention. I cleaned him up and realized the plans I had for the day were going to be altered.
Then he discovered that one of his Pixar Cars, Wingo, was broken. The spoiler had ripped off the back end. Devastation. Tears. Sorrow.
While trying to comfort my middle son, my oldest awoke angry, and began kicking both of us. I'm not sure the source of his anger, maybe because he likes routine and his routine was not happening, but neither was mine. Who could I kick?
My plans for the day included a playdate for the boys while I went monthly grocery shopping.
The playdate was cancelled. Not only did I have a sick kid, but the mommy who volunteered to watch the boys was also sick.
I convinced my parents they wanted to cover childcare duties for me. I couldn't wait another day to get my groceries. We only go once a month and my cupboards were very bare. We live a good 3o mins. from a good grocery store. I could go to the local market, but then I'd end up spending over 100 dollars and only receive two bags in exchange. Not an option.
To top off the morning, we woke up to an Oregon spring rainstorm. The kids were going to be cooped up all day. This greatly effects my oldest, who gets restless and always starts acting out when he's stuck indoors.
I drove to Winco with my infant. Shopped as efficiently as possible. By the time we reached the cashier you could barely make out my infant carseat and infant who was surrounded by 12 loaves of bread, two bags of hamburger buns, some hot dog buns, and an assortment of bagels.
I literally crashed when I got home. Monthly grocery shopping is worth it, but exhausting. My oldest two boys were not as exhausted as me, bummer. They wanted me to read books. Book reading in the afternoon is an eyelid drooper, but not for my kids. They never seem to nod off like I do.
That is when I realized I could not do this on my own. I would need Joe. I staggered my way toward the coffee pot, made a cup, and drank. Maybe it was all mental, but it made me feel so much better.
Unfortunately my cup of coffee came at 2:30 pm and not 7 in the morning. Never a good sign.