Tuesday

"No one will know what I do, until I don't do it anymore"

A friend has this has their facebook status and I of course had to comment on it.  I love this statement.  Mostly because it's ridiculously true.  Mom's don't get enough credit -- ever.  A friend of mine also wrote on her blog about what a day in her life is really like, and I've decided to steal this idea to write about how a day in the Krawetz house goes. 

Around 6:50 I heard Charlotte's familiar whine/cry that starts out as a whimper, but quickly escalates into a full out scream if you don't get to her pretty quickly.  If Kingston wasn't still sleeping we might let her whine a little but since baby boy was still out cold, Michael jumped up to grab her and bring her into our bed for some early morning cuddles.  Usually there is a quick "whos getting breakfast" conversation, as we start our morning routine.  This morning Michael changed Charlotte (who just happened to pee through her pjs last night -- fantastic!), while I grabbed a bottle for C, and a sippy of milk for K.  Usually a bowl of dry cereal accompanies his milk, but this morning it was a cereal bar and raisins.  By the time I got back upstairs Charlotte and daddy were back in the bed having a quite in depth conversation, and Kingston was tossing his books out of his crib (his way of telling us he's ready to get up!).  While I fed Charlotte, daddy got K up and changed him, brought him into the king sized bed (which feels pretty small these days).  Breakfast and cartoons followed and then daddy so graciously offered to take the babies into the playroom so I could catch another 45 minutes of sleep.  Bless you husband.

After being woken up around 9:00, Michael headed downstairs to start a load of dishes (before heading to his office), while I gathered the laundry from the weekend, and stripped the babies beds.  Kingston of course loved helping me throw all the laundry down the stairs.  Over the next two hours, I sorted clothes, put through two more loads of laundry, put Charlotte down for her nap, and then fed her again, fed Kingston his snack (banana), and played cars while we watched "Handy Manny."  Oh, and then we decided to colour with some markers and crayons and read stories. 

Okay it's 11am.  Lunch time for K.  I decided to make scrambled eggs with veggies, toast with jam, and a kiwi (his new favourite).  Making a meal has now become quite a challenge as Kingston resembles more of a puppy than a child -- begging at your feet and following you around the kitchen in the hopes that you will drop something for him to eat.  Yup that's my kid.  He assists mommy by taking the peppers and mushrooms in their ziplock bags and throwing them around the living room (instead of putting them back in the crisper like I politely asked).  He also believes this is a great time to pull all of the salad dressings out of the fridge and try to bite them open.  Charlotte decided in the middle of making lunch that she was done with her swing, and starting wailing until I made the transfer to the floor mat/gym.  Which in theory doesn't sound bad, except the only thing that distracts Kingston from meal prep is putting Charlotte anywhere he has 'easy access.'  He took this opportunity to pull the WOODEN BOX of dominos out of the game cupboard to take over and 'show' Charlotte.  Looking like somekind of unshowered crazy woman I'm sure, I ran over to stop that inevitable from happening.  And then proceeded to cook lunch while having Kingston scream at me for taking his dominos.  It's now 11:07.  All of that happened in 7 minutes.

11:15 Kingston is in highchair with food -- happy.  Charlotte is cuddled up on mommys lap at the table -- happy.  Daddy came to join us for lunch eating last nights leftovers (his choice) --happy.  It's also 11:15 and I've yet to eat or drink anything all day.  Sigh.  After very little convincing, M agrees to take Charlotte up to our bed to nap, and the two snuggle in for a couple hours.  Kingston finishes up his lunch and helps mommy tidy the playroom (sort of).  I remake the babies beds, and sort out blankets etc.  Kingston goes for his nap.  Another load of laundry in, another load of dishes in the dishwasher, clean the kitchen and living room, and then sit.  Sit Sit Sit.  A bagel and a diet coke later, I'm blogging and enjoying the silence.  I adore my family -- but somedays are busy.  Reeeeeeally busy.  So busy that I don't know how anyone would do it with more children, or a full time job, or without a husband that does as much as M. 

Stay tuned for Part 2.