Diary of a Monday morning :)

5:40am: Hear Ella rooting around - glance at clock...hope she's not waking up

6:10am: Alarm goes off...hit snooze...look over at Ella - sound asleep

6:20am: 2nd alarm...wake Ella up enough to eat...see Seth do a walk through

6:30am: 3rd alarm...finally get up - Ella sound asleep...head downstairs expecting to see Seth feeding John...see oatmeal on counter - Seth, "John's on the couch...upstairs."

6:35am: walk back upstairs, here Ella jabbering on our bed - go say "good morning"...tell her (b/c she understands what I'm saying), "I'll be right back"...find John curled (literally, had one leg folded underneath him) on couch in bonus room - sound asleep...nudge/nuzzle/kiss - barely a response...put him on my lap only to have him crawl back to the couch...say, "Ella's up buddy," - him spring off couch, "where is she mommy?"...trailing behind him, I grab 2 diapers & 2 wipes on the way to the bedroom

6:40am: help John climb on bed so he can shower Ella with good morning-ness...Ella jabber and smile like she's just seen Santa Claus....lay them side by side & change pee-filled diapers...notice Ella's soaking wet on her back...pat sheet underneath - glad to feel it's dry...run down hall to get fresh clothes

6:43am: back on the bed dressing Ella in a real outfit (onesie, pants, socks) not the usual sleep n plays...marvel at how cute she looks - curse infant socks (should come w.velcro)... get the babies downstairs

6:45am: Seth feeds John his oatmeal...I put Ella's socks back on (shocking) & get her in her car seat - her looking at me like I'm crazy, probably thinking, "man, I just got up - what's the hurry?!"...bring Seth John's coat/shoes

6:50am: carry Ella Bella in the kitchen as Seth's tries to calm John's hair - lots of water & combing...wiggle in between for a kiss/hug from John and Seth - time for me to go upstairs...kiss Ella one last time...wish them all a good day - chanting my I love yous and be carefuls as I head up the steps

6:54am: turn on mp3 player, pee (finally) and brush my teeth...notice hall light come on...holler down steps...Seth, "Bring more clothes, she threw up - it's everywhere!" (it was only spit up & it wasn't everywhere - melodramatic dad moment)...carry down sleep n play (knew a real outfit was too ambitious for a Monday)...start changing her...John says, "I need to potty"...Seth says "ok"...they head to the potty...Seth,"buddy, did you already go?" - John, "yeah" - me, "put him here next to her, had to change hers too"...side-by-side diaper changes...2nd time in an hour

6:59am: Seth gets John's pants up, his shoe back on (don't know why it was off)...load Ella back into her car seat...walk them to the door, more be carefuls & I love yous (1st round was voided by this point)...joke to Seth, "ok, Monday morning - Take 2!"...we laugh - they get out the door (Seth half knocking John down the steps w.Ella's seat) - "sorry buddy!"

7:03am: get back upstairs to get ready - thankful to have my teeth brushed & bladder empty - at least it was a start...time to "put on my face"

7:13am: laughing at the manic-ness of the morning thus far, text Seth - "Love yall ~ happy Monday!"

7:15am: he texts back, ":) life is great"

To think - I used to sleep till 7 before we had kids! Seth used to nuzzle/nudge/kiss me awake. Now, we're scattered about the house...each night & morning different from the last!

And speaking of "used to's" - thought I'd give myself a lil' "princess treatment" last night. Sadly/simply, these days "princess treatment" means getting off the chipped nail polish from my toes and fingers, clipping my toe nails, filing my too short nails (that I'm trying to stop biting), shaving my legs - actually went ABOVE the knee (going all out), applying fresh polish to my piggies & fingernails, giving my teeth a good floss & using mouthwash. Felt like I was sparkling when I got in bed. When Seth got in he brushed up against my hand - I jumped back...he said, "what are you doing" - I said I had just polished! He made an "ooh la la sound" - he knows it's been a long while since my nails have had TLC...constantly telling me to stop biting them.

Adjusting my hand so as not to be smudged, getting our covers situated and finally settling into bed - ready to close our eyes. Within seconds, we hear a baby cry...we raise up, check the monitors - they can sense our heads touching our pillows...after a few cries, few trips up & down the hall, peeing a couple more times - finally time to go to sleep.

As I mentioned in previous blog entry - "ill conceived reigns of life" - so falling by the way. It's ok though b/c I concur w.Seth...life is great. Sleeping past 6:30's overrated anyways...

Happy Monday!

The Wonder of It All ~ Story People

Sitting there in your pajamas & all the time in the world & if I could keep any moment it would be this: watching you & holding my breath with the wonder of it all.