My big family post has been circulating around Facebook the past couple days.
One of the things I mentioned in it is how we are always rushing.
And I realized I forgot to share a little story.
My mornings are all pretty crazy, but Wednesdays, in particular, are especially crazy.
I usually go to a spin class at 5:45 a.m.
Then I come home, get everyone breakfast, load everyone in the car, drop Number 3 off at school at 7:45 for band, get back home in time for Number 4 and 5 to get on the bus, and then drop off Number 7 at preschool at 9:00.
Last Wednesday was even crazier because I had Number 4’s winter concert at 9:30, so I needed to look presentable, which meant I’d need to take a shower somewhere in between all the drop offs.
Luckily, my husband didn’t have to leave super early for work that day, so he offered to drop Number 3 off for band.
I jumped in the shower right after I got home from spin class before my husband left with Number 3.
I took a couple extra minutes in the shower since my husband was still home. I enjoyed the hot water. I think I might have even shaved something.
When I got out of the shower, there was not one kid standing there pointing at my pubes or using my toothbrush or smearing deodorant on a mirror.
It was nice.
What I had thought was going to be a super crazy morning, was turning out to actually be a tiny bit relaxing. I even had time to moisturize.
I came out of the bedroom feeling refreshed and calm and clean. The holy trinity of feelings.
And I heard yelling.
I walked into the kitchen. My husband handed me a roll of paper towels and a bottle of spray cleaner.
And this is the conversation that took place:
Husband: Number 4 just threw up on her ladder.
Me: What???
Husband: Here are some paper towels. I have to go.
Number 3: Dad! COME ON! We’re going to be late!
Me: What happened?
Number 4: MOM! I THREW UP ON MY LADDER!
Me: Are you sick?
Number 4: NO! DAD MADE ME EAT HIS OATMEAL!
Husband: SHE DID NOT EAT ANY OATMEAL!
Number 4: YES I DID! AND IT MADE ME PUKE!
Number 3: DAD!!!
Husband: I have to go. She did not eat any oatmeal.
Number 7: Did Number 4 fwow up? Wheyah is the fwow up?
Number 6: Wheyah is the fwow up? I want to see it!
Me: Nobody go in Number 4’s room!
Everybody immediately runs into Number 4’s room.
Me: Get away from the ladder!
Number 5: SHE THREW UP ON MY DOLL! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! WWWWWAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MY DDDDDOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!! THERE’S THROW UP ON MY DDDDDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!
Me: We can wash the doll.
Number 5:AAAAAAHHHHHHHH! WWWAAAAAAHHHHHHH! AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Number 6: I wanna see the fwow up!
Number 7: I wanna see the fwow up!
Number 5: MMMMYYYYYYYYY DDDOOOOOLLLLLLLLL! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!
With 5 minutes until Number 4 and 5 had to get on the bus, I cleaned up the ladder, depuked the doll, and got Number 4 and 5 outside.
I was sweating and out of breath and in need of another shower, and it was only 8 a.m.
So much for that holy trinity.
And that’s the way it goes in this big family.
You learn to expect the unexpected.
Sometimes the unexpected is a couple bonus minutes to enjoy a shower.
Other times it’s some puke on a ladder. It’s like a perpetual surprise party.
And it’s not a great party anyway until somebody pukes.
So it’s all good.
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Susie, I had such a great time reading your post. It was like watching a funny movie. 😀
The more I read, the more I admire you. Where do you get the energy, strength and bravery to breeze threw the day?