It's 7:30!

Since Jared’s shoulder surgery, I have been sleeping on the sofa to prevent snuggling up to the wrong shoulder and having a sore husband yelling “Ow!” in the middle of the night. Startling the girls in their sleep would make a far worse situation than being uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa for a few days. That uncomfortable sleep seemed to have built up last night when I actually fell asleep and stayed asleep from the exhaustion of Jared’s surgery, nursing his recovery (that includes getting him dressed), kids’ getting and coming home from school, dance classes, gymnastic class, Activity Day meeting, doctor appointments, and teaching in the evening. My goodness this list is exhausting.

 

This morning I was awakened by a little girl who had just turned on her light and its brightness blared into the dark room like a concert spotlight onto my eyelids. Blinking with one eye, I felt for my phone that my memory failed to remember it was on the piano. This means I have to rise out from under the warm blankets and expose myself to the wintertime chilly living room. Blinded once again by the eye-blistering light from my phone, it was only 6:40. Dang, Sierra was early making her cheerful morning presence known again. I crawled back under the blankets to warm up my body to lay there and remain conscience for another 20 minutes before pulling the older two out of their cozy beds.

A few minutes later Celeste was standing beside me hollering it was 7:30, we slept in on a school morning! Talk about being startled. I threw the blankets somewhere and rolled into the sofa table crashing my hand into the laptop and a mess of wire cables hooked to Ipods (a project I was working on for my girls the night before passing out) to feel for my glasses. Shoving my glasses onto my face, I can hear Celeste panicking Savannah how they were going to be tardy the first time this school year. At least they were getting dressed. I found the bathroom to find myself standing there circling in one spot trying to figure whether to put on clothes first or go potty. I was so out of it I choose clothes. My kidneys were hurting from that decision. I rushed into the kitchen where all three were pacing on what to do about breakfast. I grabbed the bagels and tossed them like Frisbees for each kid to catch in their mouth. Although, I did pour some cereal for Sierra because she decided to climb onto the counter and stare into the cereal cabinet to make an informed decision for her stomach. 

I threw Savannah’s home lunch together and sorted through the homework for whatever I needed to sign (which should have been done the night before). Within 20 minutes, I was able to feed kids, prepare lunch and homework, get myself dressed (still haven’t gone potty), brushed two heads of hair, hollered about brushing teeth, pushed boots onto Sierra, got coats and backpacks on, and kneeled for morning family prayer.

Whew. I got them to school at 7:58am and returned home to see Sierra go back to playing with her Pet Shop toys and the toilet.

Jared was still asleep.