Each morning starts with me up first, showered and then off to get them out of bed. That consists of turning on their lights, telling them to get up, waiting for some sort of movement and then off to finish getting ready. About 10 minutes in I have to do a check because if I have not heard from Kimery to tattle to me that her sister is not out of bed yet, then odds are they are both still passed out. What I normally walk into is Kimery ready to go (after brushing her hair 400 times because stars do that), but brushing her teeth and Caitlin staring at herself in the mirror. Not sure if she's hoping that if she stares long enough she will magically be ready to go or if she is somehow in a wake up zombie state that won't allow her to move. No matter whether I wake these children up an hour before they need to catch the bus or 30 minutes before, I am still yelling my head off to get them out the door. It doesn't take me an hour to shower, make up, fix hair and get dressed, so why would it take two children who have nothing to do but put on some clothes, brush their hair/teeth so long? I am constantly baffled by this process, yet it's an everyday thing. It also makes me very fearful for the years ahead when they do actually do something more to their mops than brush them.
I want to start telling these children how their routine each morning is going to cause me so much stress that I will kill over one day standing in the kitchen signing papers that should of been signed the night before when we asked 40 times "do you have everything ready for school", looking at fundraisers that are due TODAY, and explaining why they can't take odd things in their backpacks. But, as a parent I am not allowed to scare my children into thinking they will kill me. I mean, I like a good guilt trip, but should it really happen I don't want them to blame themselves, so I take the hits one at a time all morning long.
Today was even more spectacular than some of the other mornings. Caitlin has horrid allergies. She takes two pills each day for it and we've seen a doctor a million times who says, "she has allergies". I go to wake her up and there is a pile of Kleenex (used Kleenex) on the floor next to her bed. She sits up, tells me she is really sick and lays her head back down. Now, i'm not one of those moms that finds joy in my kid getting a certificate each year because they made it to school each and everyday. I find that to be a HUGE accomplishment, but not one that I make my kids strive for. If they feel bad, I am sure that they don't want to sit in school all day feeling that way, so I allow them the occasional skip. I tell Caitlin she can stay home and go about my merry way continuing to get ready for work. Kimery comes in to ask me if her sister is staying home, so I say in a really empathetic way "yes, she is not feeling very good today". Her response "well, if she's so sick why is she in her room playing her xbox?". WHAT????? I go check and sure enough at 6:30 am she is sitting in front of her TV playing her XBOX, however she is SOOO sick she cannot go to school. Guess where she is right now? If you guessed at home sick, you are incorrect!
Scott often wonders why I am so gripy and I have two wonderful excuses. It is hard to recover from a day that starts like crap each and every day. It's hard to drive to the job you have just to take care of your two wonderful little girls who treat you like a total piece of junk every morning because what they want/need is so much more important than where you need to be. Would I change who they are, no way. Would I hire a nanny to be abused each morning, ABSOLUTELY!!!! Anyone need a job?
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