It is the best of times..
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threadwalkerMy kids rock my world.
Funny moments for me to remember.
Up Late with Scary Movies
Monday night my bedtime was 8:30pm so I could get up to bike. F was getting home around 9pm, so he was going to put Super N and Miss E to bed because they BEGGED me to let them watch "Ghost Busters" even though I was going to bed. So we had a "plan". At 8:30 I look over at them on the sofa, with their knees pulled up to their chins, a blanket over both of them as they huddle together and 2 pairs of eyes pearing over the top of the blanket as the Ghost Busters chase Slimer through a hotel.
"Are you sure you want to stay downstairs alone? Mommy is going to bed."
All I could see was the tops of their heads and their eyes. They took their gazes off the TV and looked at me. One high pitched, muffled voice suggested I sleep downstairs on the sofa while they watch TV. The other thought I should just stay up with them since it was obviously such a cool movie and apparently I couldn't enjoy it's coolness and be asleep at the same time. (Yes, the King of Logic was Super N).
hahahah! I, in turn, suggested they come to my bed to snuggle. They decided to brave it out. I fell asleep just about the time daddy came home and the chorus cried out for him to come to the sofa and watch Ghost Busters (because it's so cool... not because they were scared).
Cherry Juice
"Mommy! Quick, I need to spit," the half-choking voice behind my elbow gurgled out.
I looked and Miss E was standing there, red bubbling out of her mouth and down her chin. I almost freaked, but I couldn't see the hole in her lip and there were no tears. Then I saw the bag of cherries clutched in her hand. Ahhh... not blood, cherry juice.
She spit out her cherry pit and then clowned around, telling me she was a blood thristy monster. She went to find Super N to show off her "bloody" mouth.
Snap Shot of my Day
One day I will look back on all this and ask myself, how did I do all that? I'm constantly asking my mom the same thing and she cooked a hot meal every day after we got home. (Mom taught school an hour from home and put my sis and I in the nearby private schools. The three of us got up every day together, commuted to school/work together, after classes sis and I would walk to mom's school, mom corrected papers and did lesson plans until 6pm, and then we'd commute home, where she made a hot, fresh dinner. I don't think I could do it.)
If I am biking to work, I get up at 3 am.
If I am running before work, I get up at 4am.
If I am doing no pre-work fitness, I'm supposed to get up at 5 am. Although like most procrastinators, I've calculated down to the minute how to get out the door in less than 15 minutes by eliminating stuff like "wash hair", "make sure clothes are clean and match", etc, so I can push that to 6:15 before I have to cross my fingers that the traffic is cooperating.
7am: arrive at work in time to prep for daily staff at 7:30. (Although I know that on procrastination mornings I'm sometimes race-walking from my car to the meeting.)
7am - 4pm, work work work... dodge, parry, thrust!
4pm - leave
5:15 - herding kids out of day care
5:30 - 6:30: feed kids, read with kids, hustle kids to change to swim gear (an hour is barely enough time). I stage whatever fitness stuff I need for the next day and wash my face. And if I'm cooking dinner, it takes less than 30 minutes from the moment I open the fridge to serving the kids cuz that's how I roll.
6:40-7:10:
Swim lessons: Silly, laughing kids splashing in water learning to swim. Their laughter makes me smile. I have become the swim lesson vet: I bring a folding chair, book, bottle of water and spend 25 minutes reading and keeping an eye on the kids. It's the MOST relaxing 25 minutes of my day. That's probably why I resent any other nearby adult/child who disrupts it. (Yesterday some toddler who was right at my elbow was going off like an ambulance siren because her mom was ENCOURAGING her by doing the same. Those are the people that give parents a bad name.)
7:30 - 8:30: 20 minutes of math with kids and/or finish reading. 10-15 minutes of directing/doing chores/laundry with kids, then some TV time before bed. I usually rotate one load of laundry.
8:30: Kids go to bed. I go to bed if I'm biking the next day. Otherwise I get a little "down time" without my biggest fans nattering at me or requiring my attention. It's the first time since 7am where my only company is the thoughts in my head and the only person I need to care about is me.
Funny moments for me to remember.
Up Late with Scary Movies
Monday night my bedtime was 8:30pm so I could get up to bike. F was getting home around 9pm, so he was going to put Super N and Miss E to bed because they BEGGED me to let them watch "Ghost Busters" even though I was going to bed. So we had a "plan". At 8:30 I look over at them on the sofa, with their knees pulled up to their chins, a blanket over both of them as they huddle together and 2 pairs of eyes pearing over the top of the blanket as the Ghost Busters chase Slimer through a hotel.
"Are you sure you want to stay downstairs alone? Mommy is going to bed."
All I could see was the tops of their heads and their eyes. They took their gazes off the TV and looked at me. One high pitched, muffled voice suggested I sleep downstairs on the sofa while they watch TV. The other thought I should just stay up with them since it was obviously such a cool movie and apparently I couldn't enjoy it's coolness and be asleep at the same time. (Yes, the King of Logic was Super N).
hahahah! I, in turn, suggested they come to my bed to snuggle. They decided to brave it out. I fell asleep just about the time daddy came home and the chorus cried out for him to come to the sofa and watch Ghost Busters (because it's so cool... not because they were scared).
Cherry Juice
"Mommy! Quick, I need to spit," the half-choking voice behind my elbow gurgled out.
I looked and Miss E was standing there, red bubbling out of her mouth and down her chin. I almost freaked, but I couldn't see the hole in her lip and there were no tears. Then I saw the bag of cherries clutched in her hand. Ahhh... not blood, cherry juice.
She spit out her cherry pit and then clowned around, telling me she was a blood thristy monster. She went to find Super N to show off her "bloody" mouth.
Snap Shot of my Day
One day I will look back on all this and ask myself, how did I do all that? I'm constantly asking my mom the same thing and she cooked a hot meal every day after we got home. (Mom taught school an hour from home and put my sis and I in the nearby private schools. The three of us got up every day together, commuted to school/work together, after classes sis and I would walk to mom's school, mom corrected papers and did lesson plans until 6pm, and then we'd commute home, where she made a hot, fresh dinner. I don't think I could do it.)
If I am biking to work, I get up at 3 am.
If I am running before work, I get up at 4am.
If I am doing no pre-work fitness, I'm supposed to get up at 5 am. Although like most procrastinators, I've calculated down to the minute how to get out the door in less than 15 minutes by eliminating stuff like "wash hair", "make sure clothes are clean and match", etc, so I can push that to 6:15 before I have to cross my fingers that the traffic is cooperating.
7am: arrive at work in time to prep for daily staff at 7:30. (Although I know that on procrastination mornings I'm sometimes race-walking from my car to the meeting.)
7am - 4pm, work work work... dodge, parry, thrust!
4pm - leave
5:15 - herding kids out of day care
5:30 - 6:30: feed kids, read with kids, hustle kids to change to swim gear (an hour is barely enough time). I stage whatever fitness stuff I need for the next day and wash my face. And if I'm cooking dinner, it takes less than 30 minutes from the moment I open the fridge to serving the kids cuz that's how I roll.
6:40-7:10:
Swim lessons: Silly, laughing kids splashing in water learning to swim. Their laughter makes me smile. I have become the swim lesson vet: I bring a folding chair, book, bottle of water and spend 25 minutes reading and keeping an eye on the kids. It's the MOST relaxing 25 minutes of my day. That's probably why I resent any other nearby adult/child who disrupts it. (Yesterday some toddler who was right at my elbow was going off like an ambulance siren because her mom was ENCOURAGING her by doing the same. Those are the people that give parents a bad name.)
7:30 - 8:30: 20 minutes of math with kids and/or finish reading. 10-15 minutes of directing/doing chores/laundry with kids, then some TV time before bed. I usually rotate one load of laundry.
8:30: Kids go to bed. I go to bed if I'm biking the next day. Otherwise I get a little "down time" without my biggest fans nattering at me or requiring my attention. It's the first time since 7am where my only company is the thoughts in my head and the only person I need to care about is me.
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Date: 2009-06-24 03:35 pm (UTC)Ah motherhood, I remember it well!
Treasure the moments. They will be over before you know it and you'll be seeing them off to college, celebrating to their weddings, the birth of THEIR kids, and then wishing they'd call you more often.
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Date: 2009-06-24 03:39 pm (UTC)thrust,dodge,parry,dodge,dodge,thrust,dodge,dodge,dodge!
;^)
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Date: 2009-06-24 04:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-24 04:30 pm (UTC)