8:30pm: The kids are now sound asleep.
8:30-11:30pm: This is the time to finish up projects and discuss the day with my husband.
11:30pm: My mind is still going 100 miles per hour (students, childrearing, etc.) so it takes a while to fall asleep.
1:00am: I hear footsteps and then my five year old says,
“Mom, I am scared.”
Half asleep I grab a pillow and a blanket and put it down by my bed. I notice Josh stirring, he was awake, too. My mind begins to think again.
“Mom, I am scared.”
Half asleep I grab a pillow and a blanket and put it down by my bed. I notice Josh stirring, he was awake, too. My mind begins to think again.
2:00am: At last I fall asleep
4:00am: I hear a cry from Joshua. It gets louder and louder. He is teething. Finally I go in and check on him. I nurse and cuddle with him for a few minutes and then he is back asleep. (relief)
4:30am: I am just about to sleep when I hear another set of footsteps. Now it is my four year old. “Mom I spit up in Adam’s bed.” I smell throw-up on his breath. He crawls into our bed.
“I think I am sick, Mom.” He falls asleep almost as soon as his head touches my pillow. I get up and then decide that I don’t quite have it in me to clean up the mess on the bed downstairs. Realizing that sleep was going to be my best friend, carefully I transfer Jarom to the floor with a pillow and a blanket. I smile as I see my two sleeping boys, toe to toe, sleeping soundly.
“I think I am sick, Mom.” He falls asleep almost as soon as his head touches my pillow. I get up and then decide that I don’t quite have it in me to clean up the mess on the bed downstairs. Realizing that sleep was going to be my best friend, carefully I transfer Jarom to the floor with a pillow and a blanket. I smile as I see my two sleeping boys, toe to toe, sleeping soundly.
5:00am: Back to sleep. ( I actually start dreaming about Della taking violin lessons with Mrs Moench. The only problem is, she doesn't even have a violin. The only way Della can practice is to hold her arms up in the air and simply pretend she is playing her Twinkles. I am bound and determined to find her a violin and so my quest for Della's violin begins, but . . .)
6:30 Here comes another set of footsteps. Now it is my two-year-old.
“Dad, I want some cerweal.”
Josh responds, “Go get a spoon and a bowl.” (He is still recovering from the flu.)
Five minutes later, “Dad I got my spoon and bowl,” she say holding them in her hands.
“Just wait a few minutes.” Josh responds and I just roll over.
She leaves for a minute and then comes back.
“Mom, I went potty in the toilet. (Thank goodness!)
“Good, Job! I respond. Then I notice she is only half dressed. “Go get dressed.”
“Ok, Mom.” Rachel heads down the stairs and then I hear a gasp.
“Mom, I see a spider! Come get the spider. I can’t get dressed.”
“It will be all right,” I respond, hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep.
“Dad, come get the spider.”
Josh then takes a turn, “Spiders won’t hurt you – most spiders are nice.”
“Dad, I want some cerweal.”
Josh responds, “Go get a spoon and a bowl.” (He is still recovering from the flu.)
Five minutes later, “Dad I got my spoon and bowl,” she say holding them in her hands.
“Just wait a few minutes.” Josh responds and I just roll over.
She leaves for a minute and then comes back.
“Mom, I went potty in the toilet. (Thank goodness!)
“Good, Job! I respond. Then I notice she is only half dressed. “Go get dressed.”
“Ok, Mom.” Rachel heads down the stairs and then I hear a gasp.
“Mom, I see a spider! Come get the spider. I can’t get dressed.”
“It will be all right,” I respond, hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep.
“Dad, come get the spider.”
Josh then takes a turn, “Spiders won’t hurt you – most spiders are nice.”
7:15am: I hear a cry from Joshua’s room. I think this is my cue that the morning has officially begun! Time to cleanup the throw-up.
Now I can look back and laugh, since last night I got a full night’s rest.
Now I can look back and laugh, since last night I got a full night’s rest.
6 comments:
Motherhood, I'm learning, is the hardest job in the world! I am constantly amazed at what you women put up with and still put a smile on your face...wow.
I love that picture!
I had a great time with the kids and I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer... I'll try for more time on my next visit. I was so pleased that Rachel wanted me to read to her. :)
Love to you, little mama! You are the best.
lol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm only sorry that my daughter and her need for a violin were interrupting your attempts at some rest!
Oh Melodie, what a nightmare! At least you can only go up from here, right? Hang in there.
Melodie, you do an incredible job mothering your little ones! This is a great reminder for when they are all grown up, to remember what it was like...your story brought back a lot of treasured memories.
Treasured memories Cristie?? Ha! Now you can say that because you get a full 8 hours each night! Me...I relate with this entry more than you know Melodie! Just last in Camryn woke up crying which of course woke up Spencer....and on and on....
Good times! Moms rock!
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