In the last post I wrote about how our mornings go when everything is going well. However it can take one little thing to turn a good morning into a hard morning. I find our mornings can range from an easy morning to a difficult morning and everything in between. So here we go on a difficult morning where everything that could go wrong does.
This morning Baby Boy decided to wake up at 6:00 am after already waking me up at 2:00 am for a quick hug (he of course falls back to sleep with no issue and I take much longer to fall back asleep). I am now sleep deprived. After Baby Boy gets his morning cuddles we get up and I lay him on the couch hoping he is ready to be on his own. This morning however he wants more cuddles and is crying and banging on the bathroom door until I come out and sit with him on the couch for another half an hour. Around 7:00 I finally get to start getting things ready for the day.
I start my morning routine by packing Baby Boy's bag for daycare and then getting my bag packed including lunches.
At 7:30 Artist wakes up and she is already not happy from the moment she gets out of bed. I remind her to take her medications at the same time she is getting the cereal out of the pantry. This one small reminder sets her off and she starts yelling/crying/talking really fast so you can't understand her. With the box of cereal in her arms she grabs her medication bottle and tries to open with her hands full and this ends up with the cap popping off and the pills falling all over the ground. This makes a bad situation worse and the meltdown gets worse. After helping her pick up the pills, she goes to finish making her bowl of cereal and ends up spilling both the cereal and milk. Again I help her clean up this mess and tell her to calm down and ask her if she needs to wrapped up (this is where I wrap her tightly in a blanket and put a weighted blanket, lap pad and other weighted items on her). She thankfully agrees and spends some time wrapped up to calm down. During this time I sent a quick email to her teacher letting him know that she is having a difficult morning and give him some tips for the day. I also pack a few things in her bag to help her today at school.
Alright I think all is good with the my daughter, now I realize we are falling behind schedule and that Monkey is still not out of bed. I yell down for him to wake up and he slowly makes his way up stairs only to look in the fridge and inform me there is nothing to take for his lunch. I ask if he packed his lunch the night before like he was told and he informs me he did not. I then tell him to just take my lunch and I will get hot lunch at work.
Next thing I know Artist is handing me a permission slip that was due back yesterday so I need to sign it now. I get my daughter out the door and the next thing I know she is ringing the door bell to signal her older brother that the bus is coming. The oldest child quickly grabs his stuff and runs out the door.
I finally get to turn my attention to the Baby Boy and tell him it's time to get dressed and go to daycare, he responds with "NO DAYCARE" and makes a run for it. At this point I think why do I even try, I should just go back to bed and sleep all day well the youngest watches T.V. Unfortunately this is not reality and I need to get my butt to work. I chase down Baby Boy and wrestle a fresh diaper on him and get his clothes on which usually takes about 3 times as he keeps undressing himself.
Then the fight to get into the car happens where I have to carry Baby Boy to the car and put him in his carseat. I don't understand how a 3 year old has such amazing strength. We then arrive at daycare and I have to fight to get my son out of his carseat and carry him, his bag, my bag and whatever else we need inside. Well wrestling with my arms full I manage to open the gate and get into the front yard, I known if I put down my son down that he will make a run for it. The staff inside can already tell what type of day we are having and know not to even bother waiting for my son to ring the door bell because we are in melt down mode. Once inside my son doesn't want to take off his stuff or let me put anything away. I quickly hand him off to a staff and make a run for it to the room I work in.
Once in the room I take a deep breath and get ready for my day, praying our evening will be better.
This morning Baby Boy decided to wake up at 6:00 am after already waking me up at 2:00 am for a quick hug (he of course falls back to sleep with no issue and I take much longer to fall back asleep). I am now sleep deprived. After Baby Boy gets his morning cuddles we get up and I lay him on the couch hoping he is ready to be on his own. This morning however he wants more cuddles and is crying and banging on the bathroom door until I come out and sit with him on the couch for another half an hour. Around 7:00 I finally get to start getting things ready for the day.
I start my morning routine by packing Baby Boy's bag for daycare and then getting my bag packed including lunches.
At 7:30 Artist wakes up and she is already not happy from the moment she gets out of bed. I remind her to take her medications at the same time she is getting the cereal out of the pantry. This one small reminder sets her off and she starts yelling/crying/talking really fast so you can't understand her. With the box of cereal in her arms she grabs her medication bottle and tries to open with her hands full and this ends up with the cap popping off and the pills falling all over the ground. This makes a bad situation worse and the meltdown gets worse. After helping her pick up the pills, she goes to finish making her bowl of cereal and ends up spilling both the cereal and milk. Again I help her clean up this mess and tell her to calm down and ask her if she needs to wrapped up (this is where I wrap her tightly in a blanket and put a weighted blanket, lap pad and other weighted items on her). She thankfully agrees and spends some time wrapped up to calm down. During this time I sent a quick email to her teacher letting him know that she is having a difficult morning and give him some tips for the day. I also pack a few things in her bag to help her today at school.
Alright I think all is good with the my daughter, now I realize we are falling behind schedule and that Monkey is still not out of bed. I yell down for him to wake up and he slowly makes his way up stairs only to look in the fridge and inform me there is nothing to take for his lunch. I ask if he packed his lunch the night before like he was told and he informs me he did not. I then tell him to just take my lunch and I will get hot lunch at work.
Next thing I know Artist is handing me a permission slip that was due back yesterday so I need to sign it now. I get my daughter out the door and the next thing I know she is ringing the door bell to signal her older brother that the bus is coming. The oldest child quickly grabs his stuff and runs out the door.
I finally get to turn my attention to the Baby Boy and tell him it's time to get dressed and go to daycare, he responds with "NO DAYCARE" and makes a run for it. At this point I think why do I even try, I should just go back to bed and sleep all day well the youngest watches T.V. Unfortunately this is not reality and I need to get my butt to work. I chase down Baby Boy and wrestle a fresh diaper on him and get his clothes on which usually takes about 3 times as he keeps undressing himself.
Then the fight to get into the car happens where I have to carry Baby Boy to the car and put him in his carseat. I don't understand how a 3 year old has such amazing strength. We then arrive at daycare and I have to fight to get my son out of his carseat and carry him, his bag, my bag and whatever else we need inside. Well wrestling with my arms full I manage to open the gate and get into the front yard, I known if I put down my son down that he will make a run for it. The staff inside can already tell what type of day we are having and know not to even bother waiting for my son to ring the door bell because we are in melt down mode. Once inside my son doesn't want to take off his stuff or let me put anything away. I quickly hand him off to a staff and make a run for it to the room I work in.
Once in the room I take a deep breath and get ready for my day, praying our evening will be better.