Jan 7, 2015
When this week started I said to myself, "if I can just make it to Wednesday". Way to start off a week right? Glass half full...but really it's almost empty lets be honest. Coming off of 17 days of Chris being home, and 2 weeks of Ace off school was sure to be an adjustment. During the break it was a free for all, kids want to stay up till 10 and watch movies? Go for it. Why not add a few cookies in there at 9:15 in the name of fun? Sure. Sleeping in for them was everyday. I say them because my pregnancy insomnia cackles at a loud pitch when I lay in my bed at night. But all good things must come to an end right? (Look there I go again with my negative sayings, shame on me). Monday was inevitable and I thought nooo way will it be so bad. laughter constantly hearing laugher (I should get these voices in my head checked out).
Monday morning Chris's alarm went off at 4 am and I rolled over and said, for the love of God turn it off! He did but he didn't get up. He waited awhile before sitting up and saying "kill me" and I could relate. But I chose to get up not long after him and just get the day started. I made my cup of decaf, laid out the kids clothes, filled juice cups, cut up fruit and divided it in their strict color coordinating bowls, then I got myself ready. I went in to wake Ace up at 7 to which he said "no school today". I assisted him up and out of bed, carried him down the stairs where he requested to lay on the couch for five minutes. As he was delaying the start to his day I checked the weather, -4! Awesome. I got Ace dressed and sitting at the table with his head resting nicely next to his bowl of fruit. Then I proceeded to wake Pierce up. (I stagger their wake up times as to lessen the blow of morning crankiness). Pierce was a little more willing to get up but wanted nothing to do with getting dressed. I went out to start my car since my automatic start said "hell no lady its too cold". My doors were frozen shut, which makes for a fun little ice chiseling session. Ran back in, woke Avalon up, loaded everyone in the car with fruit bowls in hand and off we went. Once at our preschool destination Ace decided that he couldn't bare to walk in because the ground was too cold. I had to use some death threat parenting to get my point across that mom is very much pregnant and cannot carry him across the ice filled parking lot. You can imagine how well that went over. I said this on my instagram, but it is worth repeating. The people that truly see you at your best and worst, and I don't just mean outfit choices, are the people at preschool drop off. Oh the stories they must tell that start with "Oh this one crazy mom......".
Tuesday was hilarious from start to finish. I had an OB appointment in the early AM, why I did that to myself on this week of all weeks I haven't the slightest idea. But the morning started off much like Monday. We got to the doctor a surprising 10 minutes early! Which you know is a curse because there is no way you will get in on time, so waiting is your only option. The four of us take up more than half of the waiting room chairs, which I find hilarious. After 15 minutes of waiting, one book thrown across the room, one child running down the hall in protest that they could not in fact pull the leaves off the fake tree, and some (half a bottle) of water spilled on the floor, they called my glorious name back. My midwife said "did you get to the lab to get your glucose test done?" to which I looked like a deer in head lights and said "no no forgot that important step". She assured me that they could do it at the office and send it out if I had time to WAIT. Oh sure....I got nothin but time let me tell you. The kids had already had enough, but seeing as how my OB wasn't thrilled that I missed my window of glucose opportunity, I am his favorite patient, really I am. I figured I would down that sugary drink and go get the ammo I needed to get through this.....donuts. For the kids not me. Off we went to get some childhood bribery and report back for the blood
sucking taking. The kids ate their donuts happily and even offered one to the nurse, sweet little things. Blood was taken, results have been recorded, all is well.
The rest of this week will be in preparation for Ace's birthday this weekend. Please ask me if I have anything prepared. Nope, nothing. We have toys, lots of huge toys that I am having nightmares about adding to the overrun collection in this house. Ace has requested Batman decorations, a pinata, and cupcakes. All will be fulfilled. In the meantime I am going to try and control my raging hormones that keep telling me to cry at my baby turning five, yet laugh because I am currently with child, then yell because my children won't stop fighting.
Is it Friday yet?