Don't get me wrong I love my life. Being a mom is not only rewarding its lots and lots of fun! But there are moments like this morning that the only thing that gets me through is taking long, deep, breaths.
Warning: Don't read on unless you care a whole lot about my day to day life because its sort of laborious. (I warned you)
After a long night of kids crying and a tooth ache keeping me awake my husband got up with the kids and let me sleep in until 9am. Which I was delighted about. He and Peyton came into my room to wake me up so Brandon could leave for work. Peyton leaped up onto the bed and gave me a huge hug and said "Mommy wake up...I missed you." Needless to say she melted my heart and I got up with a smile on my face. Staggered into the kitchen looking for the coffee pot and started a pot of boiling water for my oatmeal. I noticed that the baby and Aunt Laurie were still asleep and Peyton was happily watching a tv show so I was looking forward to enjoying a quiet moment with my cup of coffee. Just as the coffee started perking Brandon came in to kiss me and peyton good bye and left for work. (I am always a little jealous at this time of day but alas...)
I hear the baby starting to cry so I look at the coffee pot and see it needs a few more min to finish so I go in to get the baby up. I soon realize she is NOT a happy girl. She had her 6 months round of shots the day before and I could feel she was warm with a low grade fever and probably a bit sore. Poor baby I pick her up and try to comfort her but she is not having it. Screaming I noticed that she was also cutting her first tooth. Delighted at the sight of her first tooth I smiled at her and she stopped and smiled back before she continued on with her crying. I took her out to the kitchen and sat her in her highchair and handed her a cold teething ring to munch on. That seemed to calm her so I looked back at the coffee pot. Its finished and ready...hurray! My water for the oatmeal is boiling too so I pour in the oatmeal flakes and some apples and start to stir. Just then Peyton comes skipping into the kitchen exclaiming that she would like to get dressed. BY HERSELF! "Were is my coat?", Were is my pants", "I get dressed by myself!" I tell her "Peyton, mommy is busy right now. she is trying to eat breakfast." "NO...I get dressed" (throwing herself onto the ground) I normally don't give into this behavior but at that moment all I wanted to do was eat and have a cup of coffee. So I go into her room pull out a coat, some pants, sunglasses and shoes and tell her to get dressed. I figured that would keep her busy for awhile. As I walked out of her room and decided to stop into Laurie's room to see if she was ready to get up and have some oatmeal with me. The moment I walked into her room I smelled it. The unmistakable smell of urine. Sure enough she had wet her bed. (A rare occurrence but it does happen) Deep Breaths...I quickly get her out of bed and into the bathroom for a shower. I pull off her sheets put them in the wash and hear the baby starting to cry again. So I pull her out of her high chair make her a bottle and lay her on her boppy. (luckily she can now hold her own bottle now) I pass by the coffee pot and see that the red light is still on, happy at the sight that at least it is not getting cold. I go back into the bathroom and get laurie into the shower. Peyton comes walking into the bathroom with one arm of her jacket on, her shorts around her neck and pair of sunglasses upside down on her head. "What are you doing mommy?" "I am giving Laurie a shower" I smell she is poopie but that will have to wait. I finish laurie's shower and begin to get her dressed all the while hearing the baby crying...again. I leave Laurie for a moment to check on the baby and see that she had finished her bottle and was not happy about it. So I put her in her walker with some toys to play with and run back into the bathroom...still not happy. I finished with Laurie and get her into the kitchen for some oatmeal, that is now cold. Baby still crying. So I pick her up and take her into her crib to see if she will fall asleep to take her out of her misery. I go back into the kitchen and see Peyton again. She was walking around the living room so proud that she had dressed herself I had to stop and find my camera to snap a picture. Baby still crying. I go back into the room to give baby back her pacifier and grab some clothes and a diaper for peyton. I change Peyton's diaper and get her properly dressed for the day and turn back into the kitchen and realize that Laurie had spilled her drink all over the table and kitchen floor. Deep breaths...I clean up the mess and sit laurie in the living room chair where she seems happy watching peyton dance around the room to "Yo Gabba Gabba". I stop myself for a moment take a deep breath and realize that the baby must have fallen asleep at some point, peyton was happy watching her show and laurie was happy watching her so maybe now was the time I could finally get my cup of coffee I walk into the kitchen coffee light still on. I pour my cup just the way I like it with cream and sugar and take a drink. It is Delicious! Hot, creamy and sweet. I sit down close my eyes and enjoy this moment. With every sip I feel more and more alive like it was assuring me that I was going to make it through the day. With two sips left of my cup I felt like I could muster up the energy to begin to think about cleaning up the kitchen when I hear the baby start to cry... again... Deep Breaths...Is it wrong that at that moment I was actually looking forward to the babysitter coming so that I could go my dentist apointment?