One of Those Mornings

How do I explain my love/hate relationship with Motherhood without sounding like an awful Mom? Some days I find myself smiling just because one of my boys does something, however silly it may be, that reminds me exactly why I love being their Mommy. Then there are mornings like I had today. Jackson and Parker fighting, Jackson taking his sweet time getting dressed for daycare, Parker taking his sweet time doing everything. I went to get Grayson out of bed, and as we passed through the kitchen, he started screaming because he wanted juice. Now, I knew if I gave him juice, it would forever alter our normal morning routine. He gets milk at breakfast time, as soon as I drop him off at daycare. I wasn't about to give him juice, because I never do first thing in the morning. I continued dressing Grayson and getting everyone ready for school, while Grayson screamed the whole time. He never stopped. Seriously. 40 minutes later, I was dropping him off at daycare and he was still screaming, "Juice! Juice!" Maybe it sounds mean to someone who doesn't understand how important it is for us to stick to our routine, but it just has to be that way. So, as if I wasn't already stressed, I get everyone loaded up in the truck and leave for work. A mile down the road, Parker decides to share with me that he never took his medicine. Wonderful. In a split second, I flash on a recent memory where he came home from school with a note in his agenda from his teacher stating, "Did Parker take his medicine this morning? He was not able to stay on task at all today and was very distracted." So, immediately I know what I have to do. I turn the truck around, and drive back home so Parker can take his medicine, even though I'm already running late.

I start to relax as soon as I finally get to work after depositing everyone at their respective daycare and school, because I think to myself, "Now I can relax. I can have at least 8 hours of peace." Two hours later? The phone rings. It's Grayson's teacher at his daycare. "Lori, we need you to come pick Grayson up. He's had diarrhea 3 times since you dropped him off." Hahahahahaha!!!! I mean, I just have to laugh. If they had called me the FIRST time he had diarrhea, I would have been able to clear the 24 hour required "all clear" window so I could still take him back to daycare tomorrow. But no, they waited until after the 3rd dirty diaper, and waited 1 hour past the latest allowable drop off time to call. Know what that means? Not only do I have to take the day off from work to stay home with him today, he also has to stay home tomorrow. Like I said, it's just been one of those mornings!

And off to daycare I go...