Sleep

Isn't it funny how inspiration hits when you least expect it? I've been struggling with what to write for the past week, in between life and laundry I feel like I'm struggling to find my voice. And then at 4am I hear a tiny one. "Mommy - I have to go pee pee." So potty we go. Back to bed, although now I'm composing a mental to-do list in my head.

"Momma!!" "Momma!" I jump out of bed and go running to Weesie's room. "I want an apple," comes through tear-filled sobs. "It's to early for an apple, go back to bed," I tell her as I lovingly stroke her little head. Back to my bedroom I go. "What was that about," comes a voice from the other side of the bed. "She wanted an apple." He laughs. I don't.

Pitter, patter. Pitter, patter. It's the oldest again. "Mommy, I need to pee pee again." Dear lord, we may need to see a doctor. Mid-potty break, the sounds of screaming come from the little one's room yet again. "Go back to sleep baby, it's to early to get up." "But Momma, I want a granola bar." (I'm glad she's at least asking for healthy snacks :) "When you wake up honey."

Then I hear that squeaky voice again. "Mommy, what's wrong with my sister?" "She wanted a granola bar." She smiles and goes back to bed. Last ditch effort, it's 4:40, I can get one more hour of sleep in. "Momma!! I want some water!" It's a compromise, I bring her the water.

5am. All is quiet. I wish I knew what my husband took at night that immobilizes his legs and keeps him snug in bed from the hours of 11pm-6am. And I really want to be annoyed with the fact that my day has begun earlier than expected but now I laugh. Because its funny. And I remember something I saw posted on facebook the other day.



Ain't that the truth :) Time to make some coffee.

Lessons from Issac

Preschool started and unfortunately was not the hit I was hoping for. After a great summer, I don't think any of us were really ready for what "back to school" entailed. And after just two weeks, everyone was on edge. Peanut was making up illnesses, Weesie was crying and Momma was going crazy because no one seemed happy and I was at a loss as to what to do. I was having a million conversations in my head...

"Do they really have to go to school so young?"
"It's great for socialization."

"Why doesn't Peanut like it?"
"She misses her friend silly, she will get through it."

"I'm not working, shouldn't I just save the money?"
"Mommies need time to."

I'm a worrier by nature - my husband calls me Chicken Little. And then a few weeks in we were told to "hunker down" due to possible impact from Tropical Storm Issac.  I was secretly excited about a couple days at home. And worrying about Issac moved my mind from worrying about preschool. The girls and I stocked up on supplies, and prayed for family and friends in Louisiana as the storm neared closer.

When there is no where you have to be you can take time to just be a family. We were lucky - we never lost power, just got wind and a whole bunch of rain. And so I guess you could say Issac put it in perspective for me, sometimes you just need to slow down, take a deep breath and...

Bake cookies

Leave the house in your jammies

Play board games

Watch reality TV (Peanut pointing out her favorite contestant on So You Think You Can Dance)

Run in the rain

Cook a fancy breakfast

Have a dance party

And cherish all the little moments. "Hunkering down" accomplished :)