So, I thought I'd shake up my routine.
Usually, I stay up way too late, messing around, writing, picking up, you know, putzing.
Then, in the morning, I am jarred awake by clattering around in the kitchen and lots of "sssssshhhhhhhhh!!!! You'll WAKE THEM UP" (this part being far louder than whatever he's admonishing)
After that, it's kind of foggy – kisses, hugs, and a lot of grunting, ingesting of caffeine and wondering, "Who am I? Who are these children? How did I get here?."
It isn't pretty.
I feel like I'm playing catch up for half the day. My kids have a leg up on me before I'm even awake!
So, the plan was to just see if things went better if I went to bed earlier and got up earlier.
I thought I'd read the paper and have some coffee, blog, fold the clothes, pop some muffins in the oven and be ready to greet the day and my babes when their sleepy-eyed selves came 'round the corner. I even thought maybe I'd get REALLY ahead and put dinner in the crock pot. Maybe I'd even premake their lunches and then I wouldn't have to stand around in the kitchen for the rest of the day!
So, I set my alarm and was in bed by 10 (incredibly early for me.)
Know what happened?
I had just enough time to put the coffee on, quiet as a mouse, before my littles decided to wake up early too.
And so, here we sit, outside, up with the chickens and the sun, enjoying the few minutes of the day that will be blissfully cool.
I'm kind of thinking that this is just the way mommyhood is, and there isn't any way around it. It's a crazy, messy business, with me always a step behind the whirling, giggling, sprint-to-the-finish-line men in my life.
Oh well, pass the coffee please.