Startng this new adventure on my day off may be a tad bit... risky if not for the simple fact that this was not a typical day, nor a typical day for me at all.
My past two morning have started with the jolt of being woken up with the phone ringing at 4AM! That's right 4AM. Why, because there is a 2 hour delay for school. But let's back up just a wee bit. No one should be calling anyone at 4AM unless life or limb are at risk in that moment. But there it is, a 4AM wake up call pretty much saying you get to sleep in. OK school district, we need to work on that one mmmmk?
This morning after receiving my excessively early wake up call, I had just started to fall back to sleep when I was again awoken WAY too early to the screech of tires behind the house. We back right up to the main road, so this could be problematic should the car or object come sailing through our fence. I look out the bedroom window and become fully engaged in the work truck that just lost its load all over the road saga. It took the driver and passenger about 35 minutes and some very artsy language to pick everything before they headed on back down the road at 5:27. I glanced at my clock to see if it was even worth trying to go back to bed, I must have felt it was worth it because I laid back down.
No sooner had I closed my eyes, my eldest son's alarm clock went off. It is 5:35. It is too early to be up for a 3rd time. I can hear him climbing out of his top bunk, for a slight child, he can really throw his weight around. At this point I am just waiting to hear the same words that he whispers every morning.
Right on cue, "mommy, I am going to go take a short shower."
Which in our household loosely translates to : you should set a timee and set it for 15 minutes or I might stand in the hot water until the bus comes in an hour and you have to take me to school again.
"Jax, school is delayed."
"So I should go back to bed."
"Up to you. Just don't leave for the bus at 6:30 please."
"OK, I'm going back to be then. What time should I get up ?"
"It's a 2 hour delay, do the math."
It should be noted at this point that I am not a morning person.
"Oh, so like 7:30?"
"Is that 2 hours from now?"
I can hear him counting on his fingers, what are they teaching in school these days?
"Yes."
Silence, no sound of walking back to bed or climbing back into the bunk, just an excessively loud sigh.
"Yep."
"OK, I am going back to bed then."
All I can think in my head is, yeah well I'm not. I'm giving up on sleep. I'm up, let's get this show on the road.
I went downstairs to make a smoothie for breakfast and go to grab my blender only to find that my hubby didn't clean the garlic butter from dinner last night it off it. I wash it out. I put my fruit in after stomping on the frozen bag vigorously and then put the blender on high, just because I can. I like to think of the extra noise as a life lesson.
I drink it down and come out to the living room. I fold the towels that no one got to last night, saying a silent prayer that these were not what the dog chose to sleep on last night, guess we will truly find out in a few days. I toss them in the basket so I can make room for my morning routine. Where are my socks? I can't find my yoga socks anywhere.
I head to the kitchen to check the dryer, nope not there. Oh well time to innovate. I throwsome double sided tape on my toes and head back into the living room.
Dang it! I forgot my phone upstairs. Well I can mark off one flight of stairs from my list for the day. I grab my phone and come back down stairs heading right back to the kitchen to change the tape on my toes.
Finally, plank time. I love to plank. I look around the room to make sure that there are no spectators, that the dog is still sleep, and that the shades are still closed. I set the phone on timer on the floor and plant my feet. As I go to press start, there is a knock on the door.
My mind is racing, did I forget an appointment with Gigi's nurse? Did I forget someone was coming to pick something up from the house this morning? Oh crap, that one girl still hasn't picked up her shoes I sold her, but at 5:45? No way it's her.
They knock again. Crap, I'm not wearing pants. I do my morning workout in my husband's boxer briefs and a tank. I can't answer the door in this. Why are none of my clothes in the basket.
They pound on the door again. Now I am pissed off. Who knocks on the frigging door at 5:45 let alone 3 times when no one answers the first time.
I can't tell you how happy I am that the people who lived here last painted over the peephole on the door. F it. Whoever it is, they are going to see my morning glory.
I open the door to one of Jax's school mates. I take a deep breath.
"Good morning Ms. B. Do we have school this morning?"
This was worthy of 3 knocks and a pounding? This?!
"Yes, but you have a 2 hour delay dear."
Dear?! What am I? Mary Poppins?
"Oh OK, so I didn't miss the bus?"
"Nope."
"I wonder why no one told me. I should go tell everyone else at the stop."
"Yeah, you probably should."
He just stood there for another minute.
"Anything else?"
"No, I'm just trying to figure out when the bus is coming then."
It is literally 2 degrees outside, but what on Earth are they teaching you in school?
"7:30"
"Oh, thanks!" As he darts off across the icy road, busting his rump before he gets to the other side.
I sigh and head back into the kitchen to change the tape again so I can finally start to plank. I come back in the living room and Cosmo is awake. Cosmo brings a whole new meaning to follows you around like a lost puppy. This puppy is my shadow, he is always under my feet. Always. I take another deep breath and head back to the kitchen to let him out. Maybe I can sneak back into the living room while he is out doing his thang.
Now we are out of sticky tape. Just going to have to grip extra hard. I set down the timer, plant my feet and go. 1 minute 12 seconds. A personal best! Woot! In doing my happy dance and wondering whether if I push a little harder if I can best my time.
"Why are you wearing daddy pants?"
"Oh, sweet Jesus, good morning, Gigi."
"I'm hungry."
"OK mommy will put on pants."
I'm kind of bummed, but there is later.
By the time I get pants on, everyone else is awake, the dog is barking at the back door and Gigi is calling to see where I am.
Nope, no more time for that. Right now there is no later.
"Why didn't you wake us up?"
"Because school is delayed, see Jax is still here."
"Are you going to leave us with Daddy again?"
"No, it is my day off. I will be here until the bus comes to take you away."
"Daddy makes us stand inside until the bus comes."
"OK, let's start to get ready."
As we go through the morning routine, hubby moans that we are too loud and to knock it off. The first thought that runs through my mind is, "OK man child. No one forced you to stay up until 3 am playing video games." But I kind of did in a way by not volunteering to take a Gigi shift. So I say nothing.
We go out to the bus at 9:30 and argue over why it is not OK to kick the pavement, and I finally end the argument with I'm not buying anyone new shoes until spring statement. CFD shakes his head, but his judgment means nothing to me; I have, afterall, seen him at his parenting finest. By now Gig is in tears because he doesn't want to leave me, Obie is mad because someone kicked snow onto his backpack, and Bean is just mortified to be around her younger brothers. Thank goodness I can see the bus coming. I push all 3 on the bus, wave and sign like a crazy woman secretly praying my fingers don't flop off from frostbite, blow the final kisses as the bus pulls off, and haul to the front door.
I come in after being outside at the bus stop for all of 7 minutes. The dog looks up like it has been several hours. His tail starts wagging, and when he jumps up to race over, he reveals the heap if chewed up Beachbody DVDs that he has chewed upon while I was gone for 7 minutes.
Now I know my dog is intelligent, but I know he does not have esp. The look of anger that washed over my face must have said it all because all 110 pounds of my 7 month old puppy got really low to the ground and became glued to the walks as he slinked out of the room to the back door. I closed my eyes, I counted to 10, I reflected that I probably should not have left them on the TV stand, and then I said "7 minutes."
I cleaned up the mess and then sat down at the computer to cycle through my power hour with Beachbody. I'm really hoping to get everything up and running this morning by way of my sites and challenge group announcements before my order was ready for pick up at the store.
The rest of the day went by super fast. I spent some time with the hubs, showed up for a postponed field trip, got a few things set up in my room, picked up the kids from the bus, learned I thoroughly embarrassed Jax with what will be from henceforth called The Incident, and packed my food for my day 1 tomorrow.
The homework was finished with little argument or food spillage before the night attendant arrived. She thankfully took Gigi for a walk so I could spend time with the other 3. We played around for a bit before we laid down some chores before he came back.
It was a fairly peaceful evening filled with some YouTube and Disney infinity while I got to contact and network for BB and set up an outing with friends (hopefully).
I'm really hoping the rest of my evening will go just as smoothly so I can get in my workout and check in with my challenge group. Maybe if I'm really lucky Gigi will stay asleep until his dad gets home later tonight, but I am aware that probably will not become a reality. He is super fixated on sound tonight and has said 20 1 for the past 30 minutes. So I am banking on the fact he will be up again before 11.
***update***
I did get to push play, and it kicked my but. Now I am laying on the couch with my Gigi trying to get some sleep!
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