My alarm went off at 7:45am, like it does every morning and I always wonder why I even set the thing when the kids wake me up before it even goes off. But this morning, it went off and I didn't hear a single peep out of the kids yet. When this happens, I have to assume that someone has kidnapped them in the night and it's always a relief to find them still snoring in their beds.
I hit my snooze button and went back to bed.
Chet was up and about getting ready for school and as my alarm went off again at 7:56am, I decided I'd better sneak out of bed and start getting Avery's things ready for school. The thermometer outside read 20 degrees, about 30 degrees higher than it actually was. That thermometer needs to go. It hasn't been feeling well lately and keeps giving us false hope that it's warm outside. I verified the temperature outside by looking at my phone. -10 degrees F. Translation: cold.
I started to gather up Avery's winter duds, knowing that she'd freeze walking to school in her skinny jeans. And what did I find? None of Avery's winter duds. She had a jacket and a hat and nothing else. No boots, no snow pants, no mittens, no scarf.
I walked over to the stairs and whispered for her, hoping to wake her up and not anyone else. She is a light sleeper and heard me and stumbled down the stairs.
"Where are all your winter things?!" I asked, somewhat exasperated.
"At Grandma's." she said, scratching her belly and rubbing her eye at the same time.
Fantastic. The coldest day of the year and she has nothing to keep warm on her walk to school. I dug through the collection of snow pants and they ranged in size from 12 months to 3T. Nothing that would even remotely fit her. I dug through the extra winter stuff and found a pair of those thin mittens that go for about $0.49 at Walmart. I cheered when I found a fleece neck warmer for her.
Then it was decided that Chet would bring her to school on his way to class. Which was good, because in the midst of my fit of not being able to find Avery's things, the other kids had woken up and were screaming. They had overslept and they were famished.
I sent Avery and Chet out the door and went upstairs to collect the babies from their cribs. Both were bawling hysterically like they had been left alone for hours with nothing to eat. Piper walked downstairs and I carried a stinky, drooling Milo. As we walked past his high chair, he lunged for it, bawling, and I almost dropped him. Apparently, he was hungry and thought we'd eat first before getting changed, even though for the last 13 months of his life we've always changed first, then ate.
He threw a royal fit on the living room floor while I attempted to change him, kicking and squirming and arching his back. Princess Petunia also was throwing a fit, in the middle of the kitchen floor, screaming at the top of her lungs over who knows what.
Tucker stood there, bleary eyed, in front of the cereal cupboard, trying to decide what to serve everyone today. He is my big helper in the morning and sets the table.
I was able to wrestle Milo and change his diaper before turning to Piper to change her. As I started to change her, Milo crawled back to me, crying, throwing his head down in my lap. I moved him out of my way so I could help Piper but he made his way back to me, slapped me and said, "Noooo!"
As I started pouring cereal, both babies were still screaming and Piper was louder and older so I sent her to sit on the stairs until she could contain herself. She lasted all of 30 seconds and came back to me. I asked her to smile and she forced one with tears still running down her face. She didn't quite make it to the table when she started to bawl again. I sent her back to the stairs. In the mean time, Milo was still bawling about the fact that he hadn't yet been served.
Tucker was trying to tell me about his dreams last night and I couldn't hear a word he was saying. I think the phone rang at one point but I wasn't about to answer it.
Once everyone was fed, there was silence. It's amazing what good food can do.
I hit my snooze button and went back to bed.
Chet was up and about getting ready for school and as my alarm went off again at 7:56am, I decided I'd better sneak out of bed and start getting Avery's things ready for school. The thermometer outside read 20 degrees, about 30 degrees higher than it actually was. That thermometer needs to go. It hasn't been feeling well lately and keeps giving us false hope that it's warm outside. I verified the temperature outside by looking at my phone. -10 degrees F. Translation: cold.
I started to gather up Avery's winter duds, knowing that she'd freeze walking to school in her skinny jeans. And what did I find? None of Avery's winter duds. She had a jacket and a hat and nothing else. No boots, no snow pants, no mittens, no scarf.
I walked over to the stairs and whispered for her, hoping to wake her up and not anyone else. She is a light sleeper and heard me and stumbled down the stairs.
"Where are all your winter things?!" I asked, somewhat exasperated.
"At Grandma's." she said, scratching her belly and rubbing her eye at the same time.
Fantastic. The coldest day of the year and she has nothing to keep warm on her walk to school. I dug through the collection of snow pants and they ranged in size from 12 months to 3T. Nothing that would even remotely fit her. I dug through the extra winter stuff and found a pair of those thin mittens that go for about $0.49 at Walmart. I cheered when I found a fleece neck warmer for her.
Then it was decided that Chet would bring her to school on his way to class. Which was good, because in the midst of my fit of not being able to find Avery's things, the other kids had woken up and were screaming. They had overslept and they were famished.
I sent Avery and Chet out the door and went upstairs to collect the babies from their cribs. Both were bawling hysterically like they had been left alone for hours with nothing to eat. Piper walked downstairs and I carried a stinky, drooling Milo. As we walked past his high chair, he lunged for it, bawling, and I almost dropped him. Apparently, he was hungry and thought we'd eat first before getting changed, even though for the last 13 months of his life we've always changed first, then ate.
He threw a royal fit on the living room floor while I attempted to change him, kicking and squirming and arching his back. Princess Petunia also was throwing a fit, in the middle of the kitchen floor, screaming at the top of her lungs over who knows what.
Tucker stood there, bleary eyed, in front of the cereal cupboard, trying to decide what to serve everyone today. He is my big helper in the morning and sets the table.
I was able to wrestle Milo and change his diaper before turning to Piper to change her. As I started to change her, Milo crawled back to me, crying, throwing his head down in my lap. I moved him out of my way so I could help Piper but he made his way back to me, slapped me and said, "Noooo!"
As I started pouring cereal, both babies were still screaming and Piper was louder and older so I sent her to sit on the stairs until she could contain herself. She lasted all of 30 seconds and came back to me. I asked her to smile and she forced one with tears still running down her face. She didn't quite make it to the table when she started to bawl again. I sent her back to the stairs. In the mean time, Milo was still bawling about the fact that he hadn't yet been served.
Tucker was trying to tell me about his dreams last night and I couldn't hear a word he was saying. I think the phone rang at one point but I wasn't about to answer it.
Once everyone was fed, there was silence. It's amazing what good food can do.
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