Every day begins exactly the same. I wake up to the wailing of my alarm clock which is set to a grueling 5:30am. I hit the snooze button a few times. I toss and turn. Eventually, I drag myself out of bed around 5:50am. The day has begun.
I sleepily walk through our house to the kitchen. I gather up the sandwich meat, Miracle Whip, cheese, and bread. I make my husband two sandwiches for his lunch. I throw in a few bananas and the leftovers from dinner. His lunch is complete.
Now I get his clothes ready for work. It's always the same thing; a cut off shirt, shorts, black ankle socks, and tennis shoes. Depending on the weather, I might lay out a pair of sweat pants and a jacket. I put his lunch into his backpack, lay his clothes on the couch, and go back into our bedroom to wake up the sleeping giant.
I have learned a few things during our six years togther. 1) Don't touch him while he is sleeping. 2) Don't turn the light on to wake him up. 3) Don't pull off his blanket. That doesn't leave me with very many options. I resort to my old routine. I walk into the room yelling "Oh my gosh babe, you need to get up NOW! I over slept and it's 6:15!" It is not 6:15, in fact, it is only 6:00. He throws his covers off, jumps out of bed, yells a few profanities in my direction and heads to the bathroom. When he finally reaches the living room, he has realized that he is not running late. So he slowly puts on his clothes and heads out the door. I follow him out carrying his backpack, motorcycle helmet, and a towel to wipe the seat. We kiss good-bye. He heads off to work, I go back inside.
With all the profanities and my husband's clumsily knocking over things, my oldest son, Aiden, wakes up. He comes stumbling into the living room asking, "Can I get my school shoes?" He loves school. I can't blame him, I loved school too. Now I am faced with my first decision of the day: Do I let him get his shoes? This may not seem like a problem to most people, but in my house, it is. If I allow him to get his shoes now, he will want me to get his clothes and backpack. He will spend the next hour asking "Can I go to school now?" Which I have to reply with "no". If I make him wait he will whine for the next hour, "Why can't I get my shoes," "Why can't I go to school," "I guess I wont go to school ever again." On this particular morning, I allow him to get his shoes. He is extremely happy and begins squealing with joy. This awakens "The Monster" my youngest child, Evan.
Evan comes crashing into the living room. He knocks over everything in his path, and grabs the first cup he sees screaming, "drink, drink, DRINK!" I get him a glass of milk and turn on SpongeBob SquarePants. I get the boys dressed and we sit and wait for Aiden's ride to school. At first, things are calm. The boys are sitting on the couch watching cartoons, I have a few moments of peace. Then out comes Sadie, my pregnant Chihuahua. Aiden spies her first and runs over to her. This causes Evan to get jealous and he too runs over to Sadie. Now they are fighting over who gets to hold her. I break them apart and put Sadie in my lap. This doesn't go over well. Aiden is whining because he doesn't get to hold her. Evan is running over to me every five seconds trying to steal Sadie out of my lap. After a few minutes, Aiden's ride gets here.
We walk outside and put Aiden in the car. Evan is screaming because he wants to go with Aiden. I pry Evan away from the car and we go back inside. But the fun isn't over yet...
Our house is not on a concreate slab, so it becomes unlevel very easily. The doors wont shut, the windows wont open, cracks appear in the walls. With the dry Texas weather, we now have to lock our door at all times. If we don't it will open at random times. This morning I forgot to lock the door. My Great Dane, Chevy, and my German Shepard, Hemi, come crashing into the house. They track mud all over the floor and make a bee-line for the trash can. After five minutes of coralling, I get them back outside. Evan has taken this opportunity to get the toothpaste and use it as hair gel. I put him in the bathtub, and start cleaning the toothpaste covered floor. When I get Evan out of the tub, he runs straight for my oil pastels which I unknowingly left of the coffee table. He colors the floor, walls, and desk with a bright red. I now have another mess to clean up.
After the pastels are wiped clean and the floors are spotless, it is time for laundry. I take the load out of the drier and place them on the couch for folding. Sadie jumps on my pile of clothes, causing dog hair to cover my fresh laundry. I'm not in the mood to re-wash them, so I use the lint roller.
Evan is now sitting at the table throwig his breakfast on the floor. Sadie is under his feet eating whatever she can. I am trying not to cry. It's only 8:45am. I have four hours until lunch time. One more bath for Evan, nap time, and a little peace is in the near future. So close but yet so far.
I check my emails and start my job hunt to pass the time. I recieved an email from a job I have applied for saying "We regret to inform you that we have already filed the position. Don't let this deter your job search. Something good will happen soon. I wish you the best." I know they were trying to be nice in my time of need, but that just seemed like a giant slap in the face. I have been job searching since March of 2010. No luck, stupid economy. I apply for six more jobs and call it quits.
I still have a lot to do before I can truely relax. Dishes need washing, clothes need to be folded and put away, the air filter in the AC unit needs cleaning, floors need sweeping and mopping, phone calls need to be made, and disinfecting needs to be done (since I was sick all day yesterday.)
This is my day to day life. No changes. Oh how I wish I were a billionaire......I could pay someone to clean for me and I could spend my days playing with my boys. I want nothing more than a nice long nap.
