That should have been a text message from the universe last night.
Well, actually maybe the foreshadowing was my daughter throwing up all over herself and her daddy at bedtime. Bath time again! Strip the bed spread! Clean the floors!
Baby boy slept through the night for the 4th night in a row...
Baby girl, not so much. Every night that he has slept through the night, she likes to wake up at 2 am ready to partayyyyyy. She must think she is missing out on something but her brother is sleeping!
Anyways it's only 1145 am and they are both down for their naps at the same time. Which is fabulous now but prepare for disaster when they both wake up at the same time. It is 11:45 am and I feel like its 10:00 pm.
Baby boy wakes up at 6:30 am and very hungry after a good night rest. He sucks down his bottle and then spits it back up all over the both of us. At least I jumped off the couch fast enough. Okay, so let's hit the reset button and start the morning over because now its time for a bath, new diaper and new outfit!
But now baby girl wakes up and she wants me. I put on mickey mouse for her because I just need a little more time with her brother. She is crying because she wants to get on the bed. But she can't be trusted on the bed because she stands up and runs around on it. It is only a matter of time before she belly flops right off. So instead she is on my leg. She wants up but I am busy!
Breakfast time. Why does my daughter insist on trying to climb out of the high chair while I am feeding the baby. I NEED MORE TIME ALL THE TIME! It seems like no matter what I try to do this morning someone is crying and wants to be held. And I am pretty sure my daughter is faking it and just wants to be held :)
Okay, baby boy falls asleep and baby girl is distracted by mickey for a minute. Now I attempt to run downstairs and change the washed clothes to the dryer and bring down a new load. Nope she caught me now she must come with! Guess the clean clothes are staying down there for a few more hours.
Sometimes I ask myself why do I bother trying to do these things while they are awake? Then I remember it would never get done if I waited.
And this cycle continues for the entire morning. He's crying. She's crying. Pick one up, put one down.
Every chore I try to get done, she is quick behind me wrecking it all. Dumping drawers of clothes, unfolding clothes, pulling out couch cushions to bounce on, but mostly making sure I have my full attention on her at all times. All while my son is crying on and off. I can't help but smile and laugh to myself while I am writing this. It's actually not that serious.
When all is said and done, there are only two things I am going to remember about this crazy morning. It's not going to be if the dishes got done. Or if the laundry got put away or that I left my bathroom floor soaking wet. It will be the time I spent reading to my daughter with her snuggled in my lap and holding my peaceful, sleeping son.
Life has no warnings and that's probably a good thing. My family is healthy, happy, and taken care of and loved. At the end of the day, that is all that really matters. The rest is mostly bullshit! So maybe this post is just me being dramatic but sometimes it's overwhelming! I think we as mothers put the most pressure on ourselves. We want to be our best every second of the day. We want to do it all. No one is asking us to be perfect so why are we expecting ourselves to be?