No, Correction, I do not feel alone… I feel as though I am surrounded by a bunch of furry and Mini Warriors on speed and on a mission to slay the Momma Dragon.
Seriously, how do these kids have so much energy the second they open their eyes in the morning?!
The School Morning Drama usually starts as soon as the kids hear me get up in the morning. I mean, Before I can even press the “Brew” button on my Coffee Maker, there is something else brewing in the background, and that something is usually trouble.
My definition of trouble is quite expansive, as there have been many different instances that have left me feeling as though I belong in a Straight Jacket.
For instance: Tuesday morning was like any other school morning, I had my alarm set for 6:30 am hopes to tip toe down my hall, and creep into the kitchen to get my coffee started before anyone else graced me with their presence. I woke with hope that I was going to make it, and that this day was going to be different.
I got myself dressed, and tip toed down the hall with the dogs in tow to press that lovely little button on my coffee maker and then let the dogs out…. I DID IT! I pressed that button, cringing as my fingertip made contact with it, listening to hear the sound of footsteps… NOTHING. As my nostrils filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling my cup, I gleefully, QUIETLY yet gleefully, led the dogs to the door where I let them outside.
I have to join my dogs outside most of the time for them to quickly do their business as we do not have direct access to our backyard from inside the house, and my lovely hyper Chocolate lab puppy can hop the fence gate where I let them in, as it is shorter than the rest of the fence, but this morning, I didn’t let that get me down.
I took in a deep breath of the fresh air from outside, anticipating the hot coffee that I was about to enjoy in silence. VICTORY, I thought. Sweet Sweet Victory.
I was SO wrong. My coffee was sitting there, becoming less fresh and getting colder by the second as I heard a scream come from inside the house followed by crying!
I bolted up the stairs to the main area of the house, leaving the dogs in the backyard, to see what all the commotion was. Little Man was standing in the kitchen, holding his head and sobbing. The poor little guy had just walked into a wall. Yes, walked into a wall. He is my spawn, so this makes complete sense. I hugged him, checked where he hit his head (Which was a small red area, didn’t really warrant the blood curdling scream that he had allowed to escape his lips in my opinion) and gave him some ice.
Deep Breaths, it was time to enjoy my coffee. Oh Coffee…. how I need you so mu…. THE DOGS! Crap the DOGS! I quickly slammed my mug back onto the counter, spilling half it’s contents, and ran back down the stairs to the backyard area.
Sure enough, I was greeted by my older dog. The puppy was nowhere to be seen.. but I could… hear her? I look across the street from my front yard and there she is barking incessantly at what looked to be NOTHING. I called her name in a cutesy voice, she ignored me. I called her name in a mean voice, she ignored me. I whistled, she ignored me. Finally, I threw my hands up in the air and stomped across the street barefoot to retrieve her… and she ran right passed me and back into our backyard.
When I finally got the dogs back into the house, I was ready to find a straw to drink that coffee off the counter… every last drop, but I refrained and lifted the mug to my lips to enjoy what was left in the mug instead. Just as the wonderful coffee hit my lips, Baby girl opened her bedroom door and exclaimed: “I pooped.”
This was all before breakfast and prior to my coffee.. I won’t even get into what happened the remaining hour until it was time to go to school… If I was smart, by that point, I would have just traded my coffee for wine.