MORNING MADNESS

I thought I had the morning madness cured last year but the little trick I would use on Elijah is not working anymore. Elijah is a bear in the mornings no matter what time he goes to bed. He HAS to wake up on his OWN and then he is fine but ever since he was a baby everyone knows NOT to WAKE Elijah up. Mornings are awful with him and I am so tired of it. I am not a morning person either but I am not grouchy. I just don't like getting up. I believe this is payback for my younger years; however, I will not admit this to my Father. You all probably already read I am an insomniac and my parents say I've been like that since birth. I apparently got my days and nights mixed up and still have not been fixed! lol When I was younger I would get in trouble almost every morning. My Dad would lay on me (wow he is big!), sing in my ear, tickle me (still hate to this day), trap me under the covers (I can still freak out just having covers between me and my hubby b/c I hate tight covers), poor water on me......................this list could go on forever. He would always say, "Get up!" and I would say, "I am up!" and his answer was always, "You aren't up until your feet hit the floor!" at which point one sleepy foot would plop onto the ground and I would say, "There I'm up!" Needless to say I ruined mornings for my parents as well and now I am getting my punishment! They would stick pins onto the snooze button of my alarm and place it across the room so I would HAVE to get UP but somehow when I woke up the pins would be gone and it would be right beside the bed with the correct time programmed. I never remembered doing any of this but I must be very productive while sleeping! lol On the other hand I remember very well going into the bathroom, turning on the shower and making a pallet on the floor to go back to sleep. It was amazing how the sound of my parents door unlocking could wake me and I'd quickly jump into the shower. My Dad would say, "Hurry up Angie!" My response, "I'm about to get out!" then I would QUICKLY lather and shampoo and get out!! Now regrettably I have many of the same morning scenarios with Elijah and cringe when my Dad's words creep out of my mouth!! Ugh don't you just hate that!

I say, "get up", he says, "I am!" UGH! He cries about being SO tired then I say, "go to bed when I tell you to go to bed!" That one sounds like nails on a chalkboard to me every time it spews out of my mouth. I HATED it when my Dad said that b/c he never understood how someone could go to bed and not fall asleep like me......hello insomnia! I CAN'T JUST FALL ASLEEP! Once I am asleep I am OUT but it takes me forever to fall asleep and Elijah is doing the same things I did. Things that make you go hmmmmm.....................

This morning Isaiah decided to help me out and said "E-I-Jah don't make me tount!......Otay! Onnnne, twooooo, fourrrr, fivvvvve, sixxxx, sevvvvennn..................Mommy what number do I stop at?" He is too funny! Tez and Isaiah are like their Daddy in the mornings. They just pop up and get ready to start the day....Thank God I don't think I could handle another MORNING ME since I already have two! Oh the joys of motherhood!

QUITE A STINKY SITUATION

I wake up this morning and start the usual routine: wake up and use the restroom, wake Tez up, go to get a drink.....................WAIT...............this is where things were not normal. I smelled poop and instantly looked EVERYWHERE for a little gift from Samson which I thought was odd but every now and then Martez forgets to let him out when he leaves so he will leave a present by the back door! Yuck I know! I thought after searching and searching that the dogs must just have some nasty gas and started making the kids lunches and started some laundry. I then go to get ready and each time I have to come out of the room I smell crap, literally! Again I search but nothing! I resumed thoughts of bad gas and continued with the morning routine. I go in to wake Elijah and Zay up and as soon as I open the door the most powerful smell of DEATH slaps me in the face. Oh my goodness I thought I was going to pass out and then began to gag! Then for some EXTREMELY STUPID reason I go to look in the back of Zay's pj's and stick my fingers all in poop. Somehow this kid pooped in his sleep then managed to continue to sleep with the crap in his pants with Elijah snoozing right by him! HOW IN THE WORLD THE STENCH DID NOT WAKE THESE KIDS IS BEYOND ME!!!! I wake up Zay to realize not only did he poop in his sleep and marinate in it.........it oozed out onto his pjs, the sheets and the comforter. The entire room just reeked!!! Zay then has the nerve to wake up and say, "oooo Mommy you nassy ...you fawted! Dats ditusting!" My reply, "No you are nasty and disgusting. (gag) I didn't fart you pooped in your sleep then somehow slept in it!(gag)" He looked at me in disbelief until he saw all the poop and then started to say, "I so sawry Yiya! I just so sawry Yiya!" He can't say Elijah so he has always called him Yiya! I took Zay's clothes off, wiped him down, ripped the sheets off the bed, sprayed a bottle of deodorizer and went to put the sheets in the washer. I then realized I had to quickly give Zay a bath because the wipe down and lotion did absolutely no good....this kid had been marinating for awhile and he stunk to high heaven. I bathed him, sprayed more deodorizer and went about my day. I must say when I came home this evening their bedroom STILL reeked!

SUCCESSFUL MORNING #1

Broken Arrow schools started today and morning #1 of the school year was a success. I hate mornings and I am a total insomniac so mornings are my small version of hell. Elijah is just like me and a total bear EVERY morning. This morning he did okay since he was excited to see his school friends but I am positive that will end after a couple of days. I successfully managed to get myself, a 14yr old teenager, 6 yr old boy and a 3 yr old boy ready, fed, beds made, laundry folded and out of the house with all backpacks, lunches, school supplies and my best friend Fujio the camera by 7:25am after I fed Moose, Samson, Fievel and Lucy and watered the yard. I'm tired just talking about it! This will become less productive and awe inspiring as the school year progresses trust me! I then took the three boys to three separate places and walked my precious little 1st grader to class for his 1st day. I asked him if he wanted me to walk him in telling him it didn't matter to me and he said he didn't care but had a look as if he wanted me to. I then said if he "wanted" me to I would "help him carry all his stuff"! I hope you moms are reading between the lines......I didn't want him to feel alone but I didn't want him to think I thought he couldn't handle it but inside I was screaming please let me walk you in and promise to never grow up and leave me!!!!! I walked him in, chatted with the moms I knew and went to work just waiting to go home so I could hear all about his 1st day of 1st grade. Whether he likes it or not, he will always be my 1st baby! I also couldn't wait to hear if Tez got lost at South or if he found all his classes! Both boys were successful and Zay had a good time with Aunt Karen since Meme and Papa were in Illinois.