This has been one of those mornings where I just want to bang my head on something, beat the crap out of a tree with a baseball bat, stuff my kids in a box and mail them to Timbuktu and then crawl back in bed and get 8 hours of sleep.
Ds was up and ready to play at 5:15. Yawn. I don't like mornings. I think 7am is early. I hate waking up before the sun is up. Not only that, but he wakes up in the most annoying way. Anywhere from 5 to 30 minutes before he actually wakes up, he starts tossing and turning and squirming and "talking" in his sleep. It's impossible to sleep through all that, which means that I'm awake long before he actually opens his eyes.
Then El was up about 5:50. I made her get in my bed and at least pretend to sleep until the sun was up.
And of course I can't take a crap or a bath in peace. I forget what Em wanted while I was trying to use the bathroom, but whatever it was, she wanted it RIGHT NOW. Then they wanted in the bathtub with me. Now, believe me when I say that there is no way in hell I am going to miss this part of their childhoods. No way. Having two kids standing over you alternatly demanding to get in with you, leaning over and playing in the water (read, getting themselves wet) or asking what you are doing is not my idea of a fun bath.
Whacha doing Mommy? No! You need to leave the air under your arms, just like daddy (yeah, I bet daddy would love that). Why are you taking the hair off your legs? What's that? What's wrong with you!?!?
This last comment leads to me looking around in bewilderment as they point to some nonexistent flaw on some part of my body. It's enough to make a person feel a bit paranoid.
And next we had the temper tantrum over clothes. I seriously wonder what the hell we are doing wrong with Em. She has the worst temper, which is not a bad thing, but apparently we are failing utterly in teaching her how to control it. This morning it was because she didn't want to wear a sweater and it 20 degrees out. Kicking, screaming and crying over it. I ended up letting her pick out a shirt because the sweater I wanted her to wear was too small.
I try to avoid these fights by letter her pick out her own clothes, but t-shirts when it's freezing out don't cut it.
And the baby was screaming the entire time this was going on, making my stress level go through the roof.
So, I was very glad to pack them off the preschool. But of course ds isn't wanting to nap, so I still don't have any peace and quite.