around 5:30am I hear Jack playing with the toys in his crib. “Toot! Toot! This is the ABC train!” I try to mentally will him back to sleep, or to play with a quieter toy so that he doesn’t wake up Lincoln. Doesn’t work.
Lincoln comes in. “Jack woke me up.”
I try to mentally will both of them to go back to bed. Then Stella wanders in. “I want some mow milllk.” I lay there. She shoves the cup closer and closer to my nose until it’s wedged under my cheek. I still lay there a bit longer willing them away. It doesn’t work.
Once up it’s diapers for Jack, diapers for Stella. shut off music. Lincoln feeds and lets Toonces out (taking care of her is his job and he takes it very serious). I start the series of waffles. Trader Joes frozen waffles are what get me through. It’s all I can do to put them in the toaster and press down. Most days it seems like anything more would actually kill me. I wish they’d stop wanting to eat every. single. morning.
Once drinks and food are dispersed I start my coffee. as soon as it’s ready someone needs something. or a fight breaks out. once that is solved I sit down and try to relax for a second and take a sip. another fight. more milk is needed. or juice, really, they want the opposite of whatever I’ve just poured into the cup. I usually just walk away. there are only so many games a mama can play.
attempt three at a sip of coffee. someone wants me to come look at a train. or a dinosaur. or to listen to them roar. or to watch them walk. or to look at a bird out the window. birds out the window are miraculous EVERYDAY. they never get old. for some reason they are amazed EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. a bird flies by. “I JUST CAN’T BELIEVE IT! ANOTHER ONE!!!!”
attempt 41 at a sip of coffee. someone stinks. I let that fly, but then Stella pulls out the Ace in the Sleeve. “I want to sit on the potty!” no she doesn’t. she wants to go in there and get her pjs off and then convince me to give her a bubble bath. it works. while distracted with Stella in the bathroom, Jack climbs onto the table in the dining room and flings my coffee to the ground, takes a few photos of himself with the laptop computer and pulls up an email account I haven’t used in ages. I clean all that up and make a new cup.
Lincoln wants to blow bubbles, I agree and hand him bubbles and tell him to go outside. Stella’s in the bath, Lincoln’s blowing bubbles, Jack is…..somewhere. I sit down and again attempt to take a sip of coffee.
“I’m ready to get ouuuuuut.” Stella’s done. Suddenly Lincoln appears, apparently the bubbles are broken. He needs help, I have to come outside RIGHT NOW. Stella is yelling. Jack is still quiet and has now hit the ‘too quiet’ mark. I go find him first. I find him in Stella’s room licking her cds and shoving doll house pieces into the cd player while at the same time standing on the rocking chair and rocking back and forth. (not kidding.) I take him down and shut her door. He screams. Stella is yelling louder about needing a “towrell” so I go give her one. I suggest getting dressed or perhaps brushing her hair and she screams and runs.
I sit back down. Please, just one little tiny sip of coffee….Suddenly Lincoln is by my side. oh yeah, the bubbles are broken. I grab my lukewarm coffee and everyone heads outside. I try to explain that the bubbles aren’t broken but no one listens. They all appear happy and content so I go back inside with my cup. I sit down. a fight breaks out.
I set my cold coffee down and start to get ready for work. It’s not even 8am.