Every morning is basically the same around here.
I lay in bed until 7:10am and I can hear the teenagers winding down their school prepping.
That signals that it's safe to enter the kitchen (a moment too soon could put me in the middle of the "there's nothing to eat in this house" war).
I walk up the stairs, say my good mornings and remind Nathan that there are dishes piled in the sink that need his attention and Evan that there is a cat clawing at the patio door looking to be fed.
You'd think these things would be obvious, and that after months of these reminders they would become automatic, but I live in the land of testosterone. And I am convinced that testosterone causes blindness in men.
The occasional conversation about whether or not I'm willing to drive to Tecumseh to drop off a girlfriend that evening may ensue. Depending on what my answer is, I may have to put up with a little 17 year old whining. Which isn't totally unbearable since I know he can only stand there and whine so long before he needs to be out the door.
Evan usually is waiting by the door for his kiss and hug good-bye while these conversations take place.
I wonder if he minds being the middle kid?
It's not long after Evan takes off for the day that Nathan gets his things together and walks out the door.
If he wasn't happy with the way the conversation went earlier, I may get a moon shot at me as I wave good bye and wish him a happy day. Yep, it's gonna be a good day.
As much as getting mooned by your son in the morning isn't all that pleasant, this next part is even scarier.
I have to wake up Ben.
Ben hates mornings. Or I guess I should say he HATES mornings!
I pull down the covers from his head (he knows what's coming). Kiss him on the cheek and rub his hair.
I try to be gentle waking this one up. But no matter how sweet I sound, the words "Ben it's time to get up for school" always throw him into a fit of flailing limbs.
Usually, I can avoid getting a foot to the face. Other times I'm too slow (mostly because I'm just waking up myself) and I get caught in the chaos.
He manages to get dressed and move to the couch. Like clockwork I threaten to send him back to bed and call the school to tell them he won't be in.
I know you're all thinking that I have that one backwards, however this child will not miss school unless he is deathly ill. He thinks it's a crime to miss a day and just the thought of missing schoolwork and having to catch up makes his stomach turn. So as soon as I mention calling the school he is up and sharing his thoughts on my threat (that's a whole other blog post).
We get through breakfast and lunch prep relatively unharmed. This morning he spends his extra few moments plucking out a tune on his bass.
With each tick of the clock I know I'm getting closer to the time when my day really starts. The kitchen clean up, the bathroom wipe downs, laundry sorting and thoughts about dinner. Today life will throw in a Reiki client, a distant healing and a networking event to balance things out.
This is my life.
And I love it!
I lay in bed until 7:10am and I can hear the teenagers winding down their school prepping.
That signals that it's safe to enter the kitchen (a moment too soon could put me in the middle of the "there's nothing to eat in this house" war).
I walk up the stairs, say my good mornings and remind Nathan that there are dishes piled in the sink that need his attention and Evan that there is a cat clawing at the patio door looking to be fed.
You'd think these things would be obvious, and that after months of these reminders they would become automatic, but I live in the land of testosterone. And I am convinced that testosterone causes blindness in men.
The occasional conversation about whether or not I'm willing to drive to Tecumseh to drop off a girlfriend that evening may ensue. Depending on what my answer is, I may have to put up with a little 17 year old whining. Which isn't totally unbearable since I know he can only stand there and whine so long before he needs to be out the door.
Evan usually is waiting by the door for his kiss and hug good-bye while these conversations take place.
I wonder if he minds being the middle kid?
It's not long after Evan takes off for the day that Nathan gets his things together and walks out the door.
If he wasn't happy with the way the conversation went earlier, I may get a moon shot at me as I wave good bye and wish him a happy day. Yep, it's gonna be a good day.
As much as getting mooned by your son in the morning isn't all that pleasant, this next part is even scarier.
I have to wake up Ben.
Ben hates mornings. Or I guess I should say he HATES mornings!
I pull down the covers from his head (he knows what's coming). Kiss him on the cheek and rub his hair.
I try to be gentle waking this one up. But no matter how sweet I sound, the words "Ben it's time to get up for school" always throw him into a fit of flailing limbs.
Usually, I can avoid getting a foot to the face. Other times I'm too slow (mostly because I'm just waking up myself) and I get caught in the chaos.
He manages to get dressed and move to the couch. Like clockwork I threaten to send him back to bed and call the school to tell them he won't be in.
I know you're all thinking that I have that one backwards, however this child will not miss school unless he is deathly ill. He thinks it's a crime to miss a day and just the thought of missing schoolwork and having to catch up makes his stomach turn. So as soon as I mention calling the school he is up and sharing his thoughts on my threat (that's a whole other blog post).
We get through breakfast and lunch prep relatively unharmed. This morning he spends his extra few moments plucking out a tune on his bass.
With each tick of the clock I know I'm getting closer to the time when my day really starts. The kitchen clean up, the bathroom wipe downs, laundry sorting and thoughts about dinner. Today life will throw in a Reiki client, a distant healing and a networking event to balance things out.
This is my life.
And I love it!
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