I am writing because I am in a pretty good mood. It’s Monday, but I didn’t have to go to work today. I have had three cups of coffee. I went to the gym with some co-worker friends. I came home, put the kids down for a nap, and the hubby and I had some… alone time. I showered, shaved, and now I’m not wearing a bra, so yeah… I feel great.
I didn’t wake up this way. I woke up the normal way, with my two-year-old screaming for milk and wanting to snuggle in our bed to watch Octonauts. And by snuggle, I mean he turns into a freakin octopus, and every limb was shoved in between my ribs, under my back, so… that means okay, fine… I’m up.
First cup of coffee goes a little something like this: I brew it and make it delicious with absolutely no carbs I might add. I take a sip. “MOMMY!!!” “Mhmm…” “Play trucks with me!” “Sweetie, Mommy wants to drink her…” “But MOMMY!” So what do I do? I freakin play trucks with him because he’s adorable, and the mom guilt sets in about him only being this age for so long and then he’s grown and gone. I turn on Super Why, and if you have not watched that show, don’t. The meaning behind it is fantastic. Super Why has the power to read. Someone else has the power to spell. Someone else has the power to help, yada, yada, yada. It will make you want to claw your eyes out. Don’t do it.
So, I turned the show on, got him some breakfast and chugged my room temperature coffee. Yuck, but whatever. So I brew another cup. About the time I sit to enjoy it, here comes my sweet four-year-old, who by the way, is not a morning person. “Good morning, sweetheart. Do you want some cereal?” I got a grunt. “I’ll take that as a yes. Here, go watch Super Why with your brother.” “Awwwwwww… I don’t want to watch that show! It’s stupid!” Before I could say the words I was thinking, “Yeah, I know, but please leave me alone for like five minutes,” I said, “What do you want to watch?” BIG. FREAKIN. MISTAKE. Do not ask a four-year-old what they want. It’s a trap.
We went through several minutes of “Nope, not that,” until I finally said, “I’ll put live television on with commercials if you don’t decide right now!” They watched another round of Octonauts, and I chugged another cup of room temp coffee.
So, I brewed me another cup, determined that this would be the satisfying taste Mama desires. The husband gets up. I keep making my coffee. As soon as the kids start asking Mommy to do something else, I walk by and whisper, “They’re yours,” and I call out, “I gotta poop!” But did I poop? No, I did not. I went into my room, closed and locked the door, flushed the toilet a couple of times, and I enjoyed that damn cup of coffee because dangit, I earned it.
The kids were finally settled, and we played and then I realized that it was already 9:00 A.M. Goodness me, half the day is gone! I’m totally being sarcastic if you can’t tell. I’ve just been up that long. I decide, “You know what… I am going to the gym. I need some endorphins, and I need to do me.” So I posted on my work health and wellness page that I was going to the gym in half an hour if anyone wanted to join. Not expecting it, I worked out with four friends, and it was great!
And here I am… still in a good mood. The kids are still napping, and I am drinking a HOT cup of coffee, and I don’t even have to rush!