The Anatomy of a Morning

Source It does, oh it does, Hillary…but where is mine?

It may be overwhelming to recap the entire a.m hours for those of you not currently rocking out the world of young kids, so let’s just start with the first 1 hr. and 36 minutes of my day.

Crack of dawn:  Lying in bed, baby crying.  It’s the day after the Fourth of July (so 7/5, to bring you up to speed if you haven’t had your morning cup o’ joe yet).  Husband is showering before trekking off to work; insanely jealous that most of the rest of the world took this day off.  Hating on Hillary Clinton’s It Takes a Village.  Love the concept, sure, but where the heck is my village and why can’t they get my baby up this morning so I can keep sleeping??

Slightly post-crack of dawn:  Baby and Mommy now downstairs, baby eating graham crackers (yes, graham crackers…go ahead and judge) while Mommy desperately searches for pureed baby food, her coffee and her head. Very little success on this front.

Slightly later post crack-of dawn:  Toddler now downstairs, fully pottied and dressed.  I didn’t know it was possible to get dizzy in one’s own kitchen, but apparently this is the result of simultaneously grasping for sippy cups, peanut butter toast, Curious George on PBS, gummy vitamins and two M&Ms (not that we bribe our child to pee on the potty or anything).

Okay, fine–I will officially agree that it is morning:  Start plotting nap-time.  Is 8am too early for the afternoon nap?  Personally, I’m tired and could turn in for the night now, but I’m trying to be reasonable and recognize that my children might quite not be ready to call it a day.  This Mom of the Year is just considerate like that and tries to recognize that her children may have different needs than she does…

Crap.  Seriously, it’s only been 1.5 hrs. since my husband left for work?:  How in the world am I going to get through the next 8.5+?!  Does he really need to work?  Could we join a commune or something so he could just “work” from home or skip the job thing totally?  This whole “he has to go to work” thing isn’t working for me.

Give up.  Let’s hit the sandbox and just fill our diapers with dirt:  Best moment of the morning b/c I just stop caring.  Seriously, does it matter anyway??  Not like I’m ever going to “finish” the laundry, so let’s just roll our freshly bathed bodies in the grit and have some fun…

Embrace the morning, my friends…no other way to go 😉

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Meredith

Meredith blogs at The Mom of the Year, where she dedicatedly earns her title one epic parenting fail at a time, offering quick, relatable laughs for fellow parents and all their empathizers. She has been part of several best-selling anthologies, featured on prominent sites such as Huffington Post, In the Powder Room and BlogHer, and loves her role as the Executive VP/Operations Manager of The BlogU Conference. When she's not breaking up fights over Legos and juice boxes, she remains fully committed to sharing a less serious look at the world of parenting.

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