Thursday, January 24, 2008

"The Best Part of Waking Up....

Is Folgers In Your Cup" You know the commercials. Everybody is happy and ready to start the day, they have their cup of morning coffee and Oh Joy. Well, that did NOT happen at our house this morning. I survived it and I'm here to tell about it. It gets pretty messy, let me tell ya. It all started with 3 kids waking up earlier than normal. That's never a good way for ole mom to start the day. At 6:30am I had Aiden yelling at me because I wouldn't let him have fruit snacks for breakfast. Lock me up for that one. By 6:45 I had Drew ticked at me because I wouldn't let him play Nintendo DS. He knows the rules....he has to be completely ready to leave for school and then if there is time, it's ok. Well apparently he didn't get much time to play the day before and thought he needed to make that up. He ended up throwing a fit and blaming it all on me. I told him to go to his room until he could be nice to be around. Boy, I'm cruel, call the hotline. By 7:00am I hear Noah yell "OH NO" from the kitchen and then hear what sounds like Niagara Falls hitting my kitchen floor. I run in and he had spilled a whole new juice container of BERRY flavored juice on the floor. I lost it. I know it was an accident but by that point, it was safer to stay away. Aiden didn't get it though. I'm trying to clean up the mess and he's standing there crying for juice. HUH?? I'm just a little busy right now bud. I've mopped twice but your feet still stick to the floor when you walk through. Guess what I'm going to do in about 5 minutes?? Scrub the whole kitchen floor by hand. Oh, and if you have any great ideas on how to turn berry colored grout back to it's original gray color, I'd love to hear it. Berry just doesn't go with my new kitchen. Ha, you think I'm done, huh?? Well I get the two older boys off to school, come home and make my soothing comforting cup of coffee (thinking a shot of Bailey's in it would taste really good right about now) I'm calm, happy, Aiden is happy. A short time later I'm getting ready for Aiden and I to go to his Music Matters class. I'm fixing my hair and he's happily playing with his Little Tykes work bench. I guess it got quiet and I didn't notice. He comes walking in my room holding one of his little stacking cups with something in it and he's drinking it. I asked him what it was and he says "Milk". Where did you get the milk, I ask him. (I know I can not possibly like the answer to this question) He says, "Right here" and takes me in his room where there is an almost empty gallon of milk. Before I can say anything else, I look down and see this milky lake on his carpet that just happens to be running down into the heating vent. So I jump into action to clean that up before too much damage is done. The cute little stinker has the nerve to ask me, "Mom, you happy?". What do you think kiddo??

8 comments:

Aunt Cindy said...

Oh God Kelly...what a nightmare. I can remember mornings like that, but I am darn sure I didn't have the patience you have. I'd always regret the 'tantrum' mornings once they were in school and I was calm again wondering if they were going through the day hating me, but they never seemed to remember as long as I did. (I also hated the bedtime arguments...when I'd see them sleeping peacefully, I'd wonder how I could ever be mad at them)

Good luck with your floor...my bet is it will eventually wear away, but until then, when you look at it, you can think "this morning is not as bad as that one was"

kris said...

As a teacher, I get those students who have had rough mornings at home and they come complaining about parents. But I can definitely see your side.

Dianna said...

Oh Kel, you should have added that Bailey's!!!

Try making a paste out of lemon juice and baking soda and go to town w/ an old toothbrush. I'll come do it for you :)

Amy said...

oh kelly...I call these "Bad Mommy Mornings" of which we have had many because my boys are not morning people...and then you spend the rest of the day all guilty feeling because you took them to school all mad and miserable...but the upside is that by the time they get home they've forgotten and all is right with the world again...next time...don't talk yourself out of the Bailey's...LOL..Hope it got better..;-)

Kelly said...

Dianna, you sounded like Martha Stewart there for just a second! :)

Jane said...

You sure made me laugh and be happy for one moment that my kids are 16 and 18. Hang in there. You will be able to laugh someday when your grandkids pay your kids back.

Mom said...

I originally read this at 12:30am -so wasnt sure if it was that funny or I was slap-happy.....after rereading-it IS that funny, as the Grandma with grown children. A lock on the fridge to discourage helpers might be nice......

Aunt Andrea said...

Oh Kelly that sounds like a morning of pure hell! Juice stains and milk smells. Your boys are a hoot and I get a smile on my face whenever I read about them. I'm sure you have many good mornings in your future!