I've been reading a lot of other people's blogs lately and I realized how much I missed writing on my own blog. But then I was overwhelmed, feeling like, "where do I start?" So much has happened and maybe I will write all about various events from the past several months but for now I just have to write about today.
A typical summer day for the Gregg household:
5:15am ish (I'm not sure because I'm sleeping): Jeremiah's alarm on his phone goes off. I roll over and re-tuck the covers around me while I adjust my pillows. It sounds mean, but there is something so wonderful about being the person who gets to go back to sleep when the other person has to get up.
6:45 ish: tap, tap, tap on my head, "Mommy, I'm hungry" and/or "Mommy, Hannah has a poopy diaper and it smells really bad/she is playing in it." Ugh. The days of sleeping until 10 are such a distant memory they seem like a lifetime ago. Well, actually they are a lifetime ago, Abby's lifetime.
Breakfast time: check blood sugar, distribute vitamins, pour cereal and glasses of milk, measure cereal and dose carbs, turn on the coffee maker - oh yes, soon I will wake up, oh man is that good coffee, clean up spilled milk, "sit down Eli," pick up Hannah's bowl and spoon off the floor, clean off sticky hands and faces.
Sometime after breakfast I hear "Moooommm, come wipe me!" Oh yes Eli, I did tell the world. His timing is impeccable, I'm usually in the bathroom myself or am changing Hannah's poopy diaper (yes another one, the baby eats a lot of fruit) or I am in another room as far from the door as I can get and I have to hurdle toys and clothes and couch cushions and who knows what else and I only have about 4.6 seconds to get to him before he starts going ballistic.
While I'm making my bed/sorting laundry/doing my makeup, Abby comes in to recap the episode of Full House she just watched with a real time replay only it takes longer than the actual show because she keeps getting distracted by stuff. Hannah will toddle in and out, steal someone's water bottle and spill it on the ground. Eli keeps begging to play Angry Birds on my iPad.
Lunch is mostly uneventful. Sweep up bread crumbs and pb&j crusts off the table and floor. Pick up Hannah's sippy cup. Eli poops again, so does Hannah. I'm serious, these kids are more regular than a Japanese commuter train. Nap time for Hannah. Oh this is heaven, I snuggle with her and read her a book and sing to her and she kisses and hugs me. I melt. Every time.
The witching hours start when Hannah wakes up from her nap. It's then that she struggles with the little things that come between us, like molecules of air. I'm trying to make dinner, keep Eli from running over my feet with Hannah's car that he's NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ON ANYWAY! No Abby, you may not have a snack it is almost dinner. You're NOT going to starve to death in 30 minutes.
I love dinner. Eli sit down, Hannah don't throw food. Abby tells us all about the games the neighborhood kids are playing, in detail. Eli just try a bite before you tell me it's gross. Clean up spilled water. Pick up Hannah's plate and fork off the ground.
Bedtime takes forever. Who knew three little sets of teeth needed so much maintenance, I mean, they're all going to fall out anyway. And really, can you just put on your pjs already!? No, don't put both legs in one hole. Three books, eight songs and at least two, "it's time to go to sleep, yes you are tired, just stay in your bed, GOOD NIGHT"s later I get to slink down the stairs. This is when I get to eat ice cream. Secret ice cream, the good kind that's hidden in the freezer behind bags of peas and broccoli. I mean, what ice cream?
By the end of everyday I am EXHAUSTED. I am worn out, tired, finished. I don't want to hear anyone say "Mommy" for awhile. And yet, I wouldn't change any of this for all the money or mani/pedis in the world. It's true. The days are long, but the years are short.
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