//Tuesday, November 29, 2016//
Just a snippet of my day today. My Tuesday morning:
After hitting snooze on my alarm approximately 10 times, I got in about 20 minutes of yoga this morning. I’m a chronic snooze button abuser, just ask Joe…he loves it. After yoga was coffee, shower, clothes and more coffee. Joe headed for work at about 6:45.
Both of our girls have perfected the classic parent-favorite in which they sleep in late on days we are supposed to be somewhere, but are up at an ungodly hour on days we could all be sleeping in. On weekdays, I’m constantly trying to find that balance of letting them sleep long enough to get a good rest, but not waiting so long that we are in a mad rush to get out the door.
Today was no different.
Ly was up first and was super chatty this morning.
She’s telling me about all about her papers. One of them has a picture of girl robot. (Isn’t that funny mom? A girl robot.) She’s also talking about her buddy Silas and how much he really loves Star Wars legos and that his birthday is after Christmas just like hers and that she wonders if she can have a sleepover for her birthday party and hey mom, Silas is going to help me learn to roller skate but he doesn’t know how to ice skate and I do. (she doesn’t — we’ve been once).
I let Mags sleep (in our bed, again) while I helped Lyla get dressed, since she usually takes the longest.
The moment when Lyla has to put on pants typically signals the downhill slide of our morning. Getting dressed is really hard, especially when you are five-year-old who can’t decide what to wear.
In no particular order, here’s a list of the things my girlies (Maggie joined in once she was up) cried, whined or screamed about this morning:
- My leggings are way too hot. (Lyla)
- I don’t like that shirt. (Maggie)
- I don’t want that shirt either. (Maggie)
- I do it myself. (Maggie, said trying to put her head through the arm hole of the third shirt.)
- These leggings make my undies bunchy. I.don’t.want.to.wear.leggings. (Lyla, said while writhing around on the ground, adjusting said leggings.)
- I’m hungry. (Both)
- Maggie has her fingers in her mouth and won’t take them out. That’s like, gross. (Lyla)
- Owwwwwww. (Lyla, said while having her hair combed.)
- Up. Mama up. Up. Pick me up. Up. (Maggie, who rolled around on the kitchen floor sobbing when the answer was no.)
- I want my vitamins…NOW. (Lyla, who when told no, not when you speak to me like that, pitched a huge fit which resulted in: no gummy vitamins.)
And finally, as we backed out of the garage, the following conversation took place:
Lyla: This day is not going my way. I hate this day.
Me: Well, you have a chance to start it over now. Hey, doesn’t the sky look cool this morning? I even see some blue sky.
Lyla: All I see is gray clouds.
The day could only go uphill from there, right? It did. A few minutes into our car ride, all was well. It was a typical day and both girls were in a much better mood at bathtime and bedtime.
On to Wednesday.