When I picked Ironflower up from preschool this morning, another mother noted that she had her shoes on the wrong feet.
I can only hope her teachers didn't notice either.
I'd be more embarrassed, but let me discuss last night first:
7:23pm - Discover that Ironflower has used bath paints all over the bath - not while she was actually bathing. Hot Guy discovers that bath paints are definitely meant to be used while the bath is on. We now have some pink grout.
10:45pm - Go up to bed and realize that I have dumped laundry all over the bed so that I will fold it before bed. Should have come up earlier, especially since I only got five hours of sleep the night before.
11:32pm - Ah, sleep.
11:53pm - Massive coughing fit.
12:48am - ChunkyMonkey crying. Go feed him in room he shares with Lovebug.
12:58am - Lovebug whines when I leave.
1:03 am - Snore.
1:20am - Lovebug whining loudly.
1:33am - Lovebug wakes ChunkyMonkey.
1:34am - Go to boys' room. Ascertain that Lovebug wants to go to the bathroom. Wonder why he had to wake me up for this. Comfort baby.
1:36am - Try to tuck Lovebug back in. He tells me no and kicks the covers off. I leave.
1:37am - Lovebug begins whining.
1:41am - Ah, sleep.
1:47am - Lovebug crying hysterically. Baby crying.
1:48am - Lovebug upset that he hadn't been tucked in. Baby upset about loud Lovebug.
1:50am - Go in to comfort baby. Lovebug throws bigger fit.
1:53am - Fall asleep while holding baby, despite Lovebug's tantrum.
1:54am - Tell Lovebug to be quiet, for the of God and all that is holy including the opportunity to watch TV tomorrow.
1:58am - Back to my room. Can't sleep. When did Ironflower get so sneaky? What's up with Lovebug STILL having all these temper tantrums?
2:34am - Why am I STILL AWAKE??????????????
2:49am - Ahhh, sleep.
3:37am - Why am I - COUGH. COUGH. COUGH. COUGH. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat until . . .
4:18am - Ah, sleep.
5:50am - ChunkyMonkey crying. Lovebug awake. Feed baby. Convince Lovebug to sleep more.
7:01am - Alarm. But everyone else is quiet. Hit snooze.
7:09am - Wow, everyone is still asleep and it's a school day. Dammit.
So I'm pretty thrilled with the fact that I got her to school in the first place. Besides, she puts on her own shoes. If she was unhappy, she could have fixed them - right?
13 comments:
Oh my goodness! You would get sooo much more sleep if you just brought baby into bed with you... I can't imagine getting up so much, you poor thing!
I consider the fact that I make it through each day a friggin' miracle.
I still don't understand why they don't make children's shoes "foot neutral" until they're 12 or something. It seems like cruel and unusual punishment
You poor thing!!! Even though I must say I miss the days when my children cried at night just in need of a cuddle!!
LOL- i think it's happened to everyone. and yeah, she's just lucky she had shoes on at all! :)
I love it when I find a really good blog! you have yourself a new regular reader. Cheers.
You go girl! Who cares if the shoes are on the wrong feet. My kids almost ALWAYS have their shoes on the wrong feet and we mothers just have much bigger fish to fry. I sympathize with your night schedule - it's so painful, isn't it!
Cindy-Lu used to PREFER her shoes on the wrong feet. I got so tired of people pointing it out! :)
Karly - Oooh, maybe I'll say that next time!
I'm new to blogging and my website is still in the works but I discovered your blog and love it. You have another new reader:) As for your night, I too have those nights and my husband stays in the bed sound asleep and with out a care in the world. Some mornings he has no idea the night I had.
This past year, I've dropped Julia off for school with hair I've forgotten to comb, teeth we forgot to brush, a face covered with breakfast, pants that seemed to be too small overnight, a shirt with a giant stain, and socks that don't match. Not all on the same day, but spread out enough to convince her teachers that I'm completely inadequate and neglectful. Sometimes I hate school, too.
I have definitely done the wrong shoe on the wrong foot with Tyrell at school. Embarassing, but hey, if he's comfortable... I wonder if the Dalai Lama's mother ever had to deal with issues like that. I saw a good documentary about her life on PBS called The Great Mother.
My daughter loves canvas shoes and on more than one occasion she has gone to school with two different shoes on. She dresses herself and the shoes are similar so I don't even notice till she gets home. Oh well life goes on and so do we moms
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