I haven't blogged much at all lately, but it's not for lack of desire. I'm simply exhausted by the end of the day, and that's usually the only time I have to sit down with the computer to write. The morning routine has evened itself out but, man, it's tiring.
I get up around 6:15 every morning in order to have a little time to myself before the nuttiness of the day begins. I usually have until 7:00, but occasionally, Lottie decides to make an early start of things and begin her daily chat-fest while I'm still in the shower. Good times. Normally, I wake the kids up at 7:00, but that always takes a few minutes of groaning, yawning, stretching, and protesting before they're both actually up and at 'em. They begin breakfast although something usually distracts them and I spend the next twenty minutes or so saying, "Let's concentrate on eating, guys." I probably say that forty times in those twenty minutes: you do the math. Then we all troop back upstairs for dressing and grooming, and my phrase of choice is, "GUYS! IT IS TIME TO GET DRESSED!" Because, you know, jumping on the bed or playing pirate is much cooler than getting ready for school. By the time we get everyone zipped, buttoned, brushed, and washed, we're already late to get Dallas to the 8 AM drop-off. Luckily, we don't live too far from school, and we're rarely the only car running behind. Once Dallas is out of the car, Lottie and I run errands. I can't drop her off at school until 8:30, so I try to use those thirty minutes to my advantage. Running errands with Lottie is interesting, to say the least. She inevitably asks for candy or a toy no matter where we are, and getting her to move along is like herding molasses. If there aren't any errands or if we have time before her drop-off, I park the car in the Flint Lake Elementary driveway, and we read together. I know Lottie really enjoys the quiet reading time, as do I, but I have a feeling her favorite part of this activity is that she sits on the console in between the two front seats while I read to her. Rule-breaking! In front of the school! We could get arrested! When the clock says it's time, she heads out the car door to school, her backpack making her look a bit like a drunken, albeit adorable, turtle.
I'm home by 8:35 with a few minutes to relax and enjoy the silence. I eat breakfast (which I can't eat any earlier due to my apparent inability to absorb Synthroid, thus necessitating two hours between taking the meds and food entering my body) and decide which task I am going to tackle. I'm usually just getting into the groove of cleaning out the basement storage area, going through the kids' closets to weed out old clothes, or scrubbing the showers when I look up and realize it's 10:45. Sigh. I take five minutes to try to disguise the fact that I'm a sweaty cow and leave to go get Dallas. I always end up feeling like I should have accomplished more in my two hours and ten minutes of freedom, but I know I do as much as I can. One of these days, I'm going to blow off any attempt at working, lie on my bed under a blanket, and read all morning.
And those are my typical mornings. Most times they're enough to make me feel like I have lived a whole day by 8 AM. They're rushed and hurried and stressful, but I also get to hear hilarious and bizarre conversations that I wouldn't otherwise get to hear. And if I'm really lucky, I get some sweet morning cuddles from both of my snuggly little cubs.
For those of you who are thinking that I need to enjoy the crazy mornings with my kids because soon enough they're be running out of the door in the mornings without a backward glance, I say I won't notice because I'll still be under the blankets fast asleep. So bring it on, my friends. Bring. It. On. (Kidding. Sort of.)
--And for those of you who have asked, my thyroid levels are still out of whack. They're slowly coming down but not as quickly as the doctor and I would like. Once again, I have a higher dose of Synthroid, and I will go back in six weeks to have my levels tested again. Keep your fingers crossed for me!