Today started out as a Monday. I never really got the whole "Monday" thing until a few years ago. Today perfectly illustrates why SAHM's dread Monday's just like everyone else.
I was actually quite pleased when I didn't have to drag my kids out of bed this morning. They were all up and moving without any prompt from me and earlier than normal. I was thinking it was going to be a smooth morning. I started a load of laundry. Gasp! This is an unusual morning.
I came downstairs to find the TV off- an unusual site. Normally there's a blaring of some idiotic cartoon adding to the morning chaos, but not today. I left the remotes alone and enjoyed the absence of extra noise. I even asked child #1 to unload the dishwasher and guess what- HE DID IT!
Things were going quite smoothly. Mondays? Not here!
I spoke too soon.
This is a picture of my kitchen table clean. I am posting it here so I can remember what it looks like.
Upon returning from taking child #1 to school I walk in the house to find children #2 and #3 eating breakfast at the table. The TV is still off! It feels as if a miracle is occurring but the thought enters my mind just a moment too soon.
Before I know it #2 and #3 are spitting cereal at each other. REALLY!?? Let's get something straight here: These are not preschool age children, they are 8 and 11 years old for pete's sake!!! I holler their names in an attempt to get someone's attention hoping a lull in their antics will distract them long enough to stop the nonsense.
The ease of the morning so far left me in an unrealistic state. I forgot that when I speak my children go deaf. It's an interesting phenomenon really. I can yell so loudly that the neighbors hear, but my children don't hear a thing. I worry at first about their hearing but my fears are put to rest when #3 cries out in utter frustration because she can hear #2 breathing and she's sure he's doing it just to annoy her.
I manage to get a few more moments of peace a quiet before it starts up again. At this point I offer a prayer of thanks that I do not home-school and that in 20 minutes I'll drop them off at school. I've half joked before that I like my children so much more when they go to school all day. I'm not sure what the half part of the joke is. Going to school all day is a fabulous thing for them and me.
I can enjoy peace and quiet for the next several hours and when I pick them up at 3:15 I can see their cute faces walking towards the car and marvel at how much I love them. Then the door opens and they fight over who's going to sit where in the car and it starts all over again.
Until then I will enjoy my clean kitchen table.