Laugh with me!
I love the quote by Marjorie Pay Hinckley that says, " The only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it. You either have to laugh or cry. I prefer to laugh. Crying gives me a headache.” Today is one of those days that I just have to laugh.
Brett woke up crying at 1am...something was evidently majorly wrong in his universe. He wouldn't stop crying and settle down. Since he now shares a room with Bryce, and I didn't want anyone else awake for the party, I just brought him into bed with me so he could fuss there and I could pretend to sleep. After an indeterminable amount of time (which is somehow measured differently when it's that dark and your eyelids don't want to be open) he finally said he wanted to be in HIS bed. Clearly I was being a mean mom to have removed him from his sanctuary. Now I can sleep.
Until 3:05am. Brenden came in--all showered, dressed, and ready for the day--and turned on the light telling me I overslept my alarm and It was time to be up. He's a morning person. After bolting out of bed and rushing to get going I noticed something wasn't right. Somehow his alarm clock got put ahead two hours and in HIS room it was already morning. We got it all sorted and he went back to bed fully dressed. Now I can sleep.
The alarm clock went off two hours later. That, my friends, is possibly the most awful thing yet since Todd is in Utah and that means I had to be the grown-up and figure out how to turn it off with only half a brain functioning. I got ready for the day--skirt and all since I'm covering early-morning seminary for Todd this week--and quietly woke up Brooke and Bryce so Brinnley and Brett could still sleep. Somehow I disturbed the two-year-old's universe again because he woke up crying and wouldn't go back to bed, insisting, "I want to be awake now!" And it's only 5:15am.
Thanks to great kids, we got a good breakfast cooking (Brooke had planned to do breakfast sandwiches the night before) and had devotional (talking about the 6th article of faith). I did find the sausage patties for the sandwiches in the microwave two hours later, but no one noticed they were missing so it was all good.
Seminary went great, and I even had some toddler comic relief bouncing off the walls (literally) and handing out blocks to class members while I was teaching. I see why Todd likes it so much!
I woke up Brinnley, who can only be coaxed out of bed with the promise of a warm shower (she has my genes). I decided to make muffins for after school while Brinnley was getting breakfast since, "Hi Mom! What's for snack?" is the welcome home greeting from Bryce every day. I ended up burning the muffins because I went down to find something for Brinnley's lunch in the storage room and got distracted trying to make sense of the mess. That is amusing not because it is unusual but because I was making this particular kind of muffin (orange cranberry) because Brenden loves them and when I tried to cook them on Friday I totally burned them. I thought I'd redeem myself by making them right this time. Hmmm. Still edible if you have a cup of milk! Oops, we are out of milk.
Once we got Brinn off to school and talked to Todd, Brett and I headed to the YMCA for a cardio-kick class. I nearly died, and I feel very old, but I made it through the class. I decided to run get some groceries while we were out. We only had one major meltdown in the store, with Brett crying that he DID NOT want a treat. I still haven't figured that one out.
The exhausted baby fell asleep five minutes from home, despite my best efforts to engage him and keep him awake. I left everything in the car and just got him out to quietly take him up to his bed, and then I realized that the door into the house from the garage was locked. I forgot that I locked it last night and for some reason you can go out and shut it (when we left) without it unlocking. I remembered dutifully locking the front and back door before we left, and I don't have a key on my ring since we gave it to Brenden for something important which I can't remember now. Delightful. I was considering what would get broken to get this baby inside when I remembered that I had Todd's keys because I was driving his car and he has a front door key on his ring. I don't know why it's not the same key as the garage and why we have no keys to the garage, but we just haven't gotten around to fixing that one yet. I also laughed at myself because just yesterday I thought about getting an extra key and taking it to the neighbor and I hadn't done it.
I retrieved the keys from the car, carried the sleeping baby to the front, unlocked the door, made it up the stairs (a courageous effort after the kick boxing class), and put him in his bed without him stirring. Oh wait. I somehow disturbed his universe. I patiently rocked him and sang to him, to no avail. He screamed when he ended up back in the crib. Too bad! That baby does not do well in the evening without a nap. I put away groceries while listening to him howl, "I want to be awake now." After 20 minutes the sound changed and he was at the top of the stairs calling down to me, "I am out of my bed because I can do that now!" Delightful. About 20 minutes later he agreed to get back into the crib as long as he could have the measuring cup, the stack of post-it notes, and the iPod that needs to be charged but he found with brother's stuff. Random. As long as he gets a nap!
It has been an eventful 12 hours. I just have to laugh. We had hot water, a great blessing of this generation. No one missed the bus, which is a miracle since we have had issues with that lately. Brett did great at "kid class" while I did my thing at the gym. We have food in the fridge, and even something for snack--now that there is milk to go with the burned muffins. The baby finally fell asleep, and the afternoon shift doesn't begin until the bus drops the kids off in ten minutes.
Time to find the peanut M&Ms. I miss you Todd! :-)
Brett woke up crying at 1am...something was evidently majorly wrong in his universe. He wouldn't stop crying and settle down. Since he now shares a room with Bryce, and I didn't want anyone else awake for the party, I just brought him into bed with me so he could fuss there and I could pretend to sleep. After an indeterminable amount of time (which is somehow measured differently when it's that dark and your eyelids don't want to be open) he finally said he wanted to be in HIS bed. Clearly I was being a mean mom to have removed him from his sanctuary. Now I can sleep.
Until 3:05am. Brenden came in--all showered, dressed, and ready for the day--and turned on the light telling me I overslept my alarm and It was time to be up. He's a morning person. After bolting out of bed and rushing to get going I noticed something wasn't right. Somehow his alarm clock got put ahead two hours and in HIS room it was already morning. We got it all sorted and he went back to bed fully dressed. Now I can sleep.
The alarm clock went off two hours later. That, my friends, is possibly the most awful thing yet since Todd is in Utah and that means I had to be the grown-up and figure out how to turn it off with only half a brain functioning. I got ready for the day--skirt and all since I'm covering early-morning seminary for Todd this week--and quietly woke up Brooke and Bryce so Brinnley and Brett could still sleep. Somehow I disturbed the two-year-old's universe again because he woke up crying and wouldn't go back to bed, insisting, "I want to be awake now!" And it's only 5:15am.
Thanks to great kids, we got a good breakfast cooking (Brooke had planned to do breakfast sandwiches the night before) and had devotional (talking about the 6th article of faith). I did find the sausage patties for the sandwiches in the microwave two hours later, but no one noticed they were missing so it was all good.
Seminary went great, and I even had some toddler comic relief bouncing off the walls (literally) and handing out blocks to class members while I was teaching. I see why Todd likes it so much!
I woke up Brinnley, who can only be coaxed out of bed with the promise of a warm shower (she has my genes). I decided to make muffins for after school while Brinnley was getting breakfast since, "Hi Mom! What's for snack?" is the welcome home greeting from Bryce every day. I ended up burning the muffins because I went down to find something for Brinnley's lunch in the storage room and got distracted trying to make sense of the mess. That is amusing not because it is unusual but because I was making this particular kind of muffin (orange cranberry) because Brenden loves them and when I tried to cook them on Friday I totally burned them. I thought I'd redeem myself by making them right this time. Hmmm. Still edible if you have a cup of milk! Oops, we are out of milk.
Once we got Brinn off to school and talked to Todd, Brett and I headed to the YMCA for a cardio-kick class. I nearly died, and I feel very old, but I made it through the class. I decided to run get some groceries while we were out. We only had one major meltdown in the store, with Brett crying that he DID NOT want a treat. I still haven't figured that one out.
The exhausted baby fell asleep five minutes from home, despite my best efforts to engage him and keep him awake. I left everything in the car and just got him out to quietly take him up to his bed, and then I realized that the door into the house from the garage was locked. I forgot that I locked it last night and for some reason you can go out and shut it (when we left) without it unlocking. I remembered dutifully locking the front and back door before we left, and I don't have a key on my ring since we gave it to Brenden for something important which I can't remember now. Delightful. I was considering what would get broken to get this baby inside when I remembered that I had Todd's keys because I was driving his car and he has a front door key on his ring. I don't know why it's not the same key as the garage and why we have no keys to the garage, but we just haven't gotten around to fixing that one yet. I also laughed at myself because just yesterday I thought about getting an extra key and taking it to the neighbor and I hadn't done it.
I retrieved the keys from the car, carried the sleeping baby to the front, unlocked the door, made it up the stairs (a courageous effort after the kick boxing class), and put him in his bed without him stirring. Oh wait. I somehow disturbed his universe. I patiently rocked him and sang to him, to no avail. He screamed when he ended up back in the crib. Too bad! That baby does not do well in the evening without a nap. I put away groceries while listening to him howl, "I want to be awake now." After 20 minutes the sound changed and he was at the top of the stairs calling down to me, "I am out of my bed because I can do that now!" Delightful. About 20 minutes later he agreed to get back into the crib as long as he could have the measuring cup, the stack of post-it notes, and the iPod that needs to be charged but he found with brother's stuff. Random. As long as he gets a nap!
It has been an eventful 12 hours. I just have to laugh. We had hot water, a great blessing of this generation. No one missed the bus, which is a miracle since we have had issues with that lately. Brett did great at "kid class" while I did my thing at the gym. We have food in the fridge, and even something for snack--now that there is milk to go with the burned muffins. The baby finally fell asleep, and the afternoon shift doesn't begin until the bus drops the kids off in ten minutes.
Time to find the peanut M&Ms. I miss you Todd! :-)
I miss you too Em!!!
ReplyDeleteOh Em! I sure wish I could head on over with chocolate or something else yummy. I hope today is better. Yes it is better to laugh than to cry when crazy things happen. Love ya!
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