Mornings aren’t as evil as I thought

Don’t get me wrong.  I still have a decidedly night time “rythym” about me.

  Mornings still bring burning eyes, a feeling of groggy helplessness, as the brain connects slowly to the body. 

 Some people have coffee.  I have Coca Cola, and a hearty breakfast.  It’s my one big meal usually. 

Even with caffeine, I still do not connect until say…10 a.m.  

 School having been in session for 3 days now however, is really helping me see the light so to speak. 

 I do pass by the morning hours a little irritated that my body is awake, but at least it’s a thankful, wide eyed, view of life that I get now. 

With Dew on the grass looking as fresh and beautiful as this, I couldn’t help but snap a few shots of “morning”

 

 

Prince loves to get his feet wet in the grass.  I wonder how he’s gonna feel about winter??

 

 

At least someone is wide eyed and bushy tailed!

 

 

The spiders have been busy last night!  I saw many of these tiny webs decorating our fence this morning!  Kinda creepy but also fascinating.  Talented little things aren’t they?

 

 

There were also lot’s of these spider “super highways” strung all along the top of the fence. 

 

 

As quick as the sun rose, it went behind a cloud ten minutes later.  I’m sure it’ll be back out, but not so pretty as it is in those early moments of the day!

To every blogging friend, today, I wish you a good morning!!

Peace, Sweetiegirlz

If I blinked I would’ve missed it

 

There’s advantages to having a puppy.  :-)   Like having to take them outside every couple hours.  I grabbed my camera as fast as I could knowing that in the time it took Jake to find a spot to do his business, this masterpiece would be long gone.  Where the indigo meets the warmth of the sun, is where I never am at 5:30 a.m.

I felt privileged.  Thank you God.  Thanks Jake.

I’m not falling for any of this

Yep, I’m up. 

 It’s 7 a.m in the morning!!!  I went to bed at 3:30 a.m. after going to bed at 1a.m. and not being able to sleep, after chasing the gurlz to bed at 10:30p.m.

 

Ahhh…time to write on the book without hearing, “Mommmmmmm! Would you tell Big “A” it’s my turn to get on the computer?  She took my seat when I wasn’t looking.”

That’s the way they roll you know.  2 computers in the house and they can’t share one of them while I use the other. 

 

 They don’t dare go to the bathroom while on the computer!  They cross their legs and would sooner pee their pants than give their sibling a chance to slide in the computer chair while they are in the bathroom!

 

I was all happy that I cleaned the kitchen up later than usual tonight, thinking that it would keep these two from running in and out of it messing it up and undoing all my hard work. 

 

Unfortunately, if I cleaned the kitchen at 2 a.m.they would both come down stairs claiming they were going to pass out if I didn’t cook them a midnight snack. (okay where’s my editor when I need one?  That didn’t make sense)

 

 Big “A” is just so darn good at messing things up in the kitchen.  A perfectly clean kitchen to her is like a clean canvas for artists.  A little cereal here on the counter,  a box left totally open in the pantry, little spots of milk on the floor…

a masterpiece!

not counting the time she tried to cook mini corn dogs at 11 p.m. Gah!  I stopped that train at the depot! 

 ”Get OUTTTT!”

 

I may have been a little harsh, but enough is enough.   

 Tell me why these kids couldn’t cook corn dogs say at 7 p.m?  You know like maybe an hour after dinner, when they got out the skillet and made grilled cheese?

 

The only thing I can think of is that there is a giant kitchen magnet  somewhere hidden in my kitchen, that only draws little hungry kids when the kitchen is clean! Because of course that is the precise time they come and mess it up.  Sometimes even WHILE I am cleaning it! 

 

So anyhoo, I wrote something on the book,finally after being called a mean mommy half dozen times for putting them to bed at 10:30 p.m.  “But it’s SUMMER!” little “A” protests. 

“ I know and I’m no less tired of you in summer than I would be in winter at this time, off you go!  Love you!”   (there’s only so much whining I can take)

 

So I’m up now but my eyes are burning and big “A” is watching T.V. and it’s annoying me because even the sound of  an ant climbing up a rubber tree would annoy me after 4 hours of sleep!

Doug, who is always ready to go in the morning, brought home some donuts from the grocery store this morning. 

He offered me one.

“Oh no thanks”  I say trying to be all strong and stuff.  Then I walk in the kitchen after he’s gone to get a bottle of water and there on the counter, written on the donut box is:  ZERO GRAMS TRANS FAT  It’s so funny to me that I laugh out loud.

I am not falling for that!  I am not falling for that.  I am not falling…..

Gah! NOM NOM NOM!

 

 

 

My eyeballs hurt

Help! My eyeballs are hurting.  I’ve had 3 hours sleep for the umpteenth night in a row.  Doug keeps calling me at night and warning me not to keep staying up but I keep failing his advice.

It’s just that I am a fierce night owl.  I put baby “A” off to school, and after I walk her, if I have any nuisances  errands to do, I walk there and do them, before my body can have a chance to protest that it is actually awake and outside.

Then I come back to the apartment, read a few blogs of other’s on here, write something and crash until 2 p.m or so until both “A’s” are home from school.

Yes, I hate being so non productive during the day.  Yes, I do still clean my house but it’s on my body rythym’s time, say, 10 p.m. 

Baby “A” is just like me.  Though I wake and help her bathe to wake up. Fix her cereal or waffles, practically dress her like a baby (she’s 9!)  she still sleepwalks through her ritual.  That with 10 hours of sleep too.

The other morning, she was particularly sleepy.  It wasn’t until we were quite aways down the apartment complex road, when I noticed she was walking with her eyes closed!  Poor thing.

She said, “Mommy, the wind is trying to budge my eyes open”.

I laughed.  Baby “A” is just so darn expressive with her words.

Morning push and pull games

Fascinated by reading all the blogs on here, (the ones in English at least). Are all bloggers simply just voyeurs trying to take the borrrrring moments out of their own life by reading other’s mail. Geez, I hope not. I’m learning too.

Today, baby “A” 9 y/o was “sick” again. Claiming headache and stomach ache, she has me wrapped around her little finger. Really, she’s just like me in the sense that mornings just don’t compute with her, as well as the fact that any time constraints given to her are immediately and sometimes subconsciously challenged.

Have you ever seen a child go in “slow motion”? I have. I will help her bathe, wash her hair, lay out her clothes, and cook breakfast. Lo and behold the only thing she might have to do is tie her shoes.

and then…..I go in her bedroom at 2 min, 5 min, 10 min….. you guessed it, shoes still untied. She’s sitting on the floor staring, in a trance.

“Where’s my book bag?”

“There.” I point right next to her.

She rubs her eyes as if being awakened from a deep sleep.

Now we’re bordering on being late for school. I must walk her down the apartment complex driveway, down the long sidewalk and cross with her at the corner, then down another looonnnng sidewalk.

Never mind that her school is just across the street! When school first started I was told by a nice policeman that I couldn’t just cross the street to the school in front of my apartment complex. I risked a 150 dollar ticket for jaywalking and more for endangering a child.

geez, the street isn’t even that busy.

to make a long story short, no amount of timers, counting, warnings, rewards, threats, getting up early, or whatever will spur this child on to becoming more than slow at getting ready in the morning.

If I left her to her own devices, she’d lay there and beg me to dress her like a baby, eat cookies for breakfast, hit the classroom about 30 minutes after the bell rings, with one shoe on and her hair looking like limp strings.

If they had night school she’d probably love it.