This morning, from 6:15 – 9:30 a.m., I spent nearly all of my time on the following tasks
- getting myself dressed
- searching frantically for an uninterrupted 5-minute period during which I could wash my hands, dry my hands, and put my contacts in
- dealing with children and watercolor paints
- getting DS1 and DS2 dressed
- directing DS2 to do his morning routine
- preparing and serving breakfast to DS1 and DS2
- working on laundry (folding, putting away)
- wiping down bathroom
- washing dishes
- emptying dishwasher
- wiping down kitchen sink
- managing sibling squabbles and crises
- getting breakfasts number two and three for DS2
- getting DS2 ready to go outside, then come inside, times two
At 9:30 I finally was ready to sit down and have some breakfast. I had worked so, so, so hard to get everything squared away and everyone taken care of, just so I could have a few minutes to eat in peace.
But, no such luck. When DS2 saw that I was having hard-boiled egg and cheese, he immediately wanted some. So, the egg which I had carefully heated up (twice) for myself ended up going to DS2. I ended up eating while standing at the kitchen counter and doling out bites of food to DS2 (I don’t like to give him too much at once in case he decides to throw it or just not eat it).
Fast forward to 10:30 a.m. The kids were outside playing for 15-20 minutes (yay!), then both came inside and DS2 asked for a snack. (This is the child who I had to force to finish his breakfast because he declared himself “full,” so that I could actually “finish” cleaning the kitchen).
You know what? I do not want to go into the kitchen and come up with a snack, dirty more dishes, create crumbs. I just spent my whole morning, up to this point, trying to “finish” cleaning the kitchen so I could get out of there.
Yes, I am crabby. No, I am not in the running for Mother of the Year.