It's 8:05am and the boys just ran out the door. I am amazed at how life changes so quickly. I woke up this morning and Noah had already gotten dressed, made his bed, and was in the process of eating a bowl of lucky charms. His bowl was so full that every time he put his spoon is cereal spilled out. I can't complain though, he did everything else and what's a little milk and cereal on the table in the grand scheme of things. My boy is independent! He actually ate quick and brushed his teeth all without asking. I was amazed, then I figured out why. He wanted to play on the computer. Oh well, I am OK with that if it makes him do all that within thirty minutes and I don't have to tell him everything four times.
Now the other ones, that's an entirely different story. Here is how their morning begins or at least the part of it I was awake enough to hear. As I lay sleeping in bed in that state of knowing I have to open my eyes and just wanting to get five more minutes of sleep I begin to hear the rumblings down stairs. Thump, thump, thump across the floor and then "
NOOOOO," followed by "I'm telling on you," and then the thump, thump, thump towards my room and then up the steps. Next thing I know Providence is looking at me and telling me that "Josiah took my apple book and won't give it back, I want it." I half
heartedly tell her that it's not her book and that she needs to share. Her response is the classic "no, no" followed by a really pleasant whining noise and then she tries another tactic. "Josiah told me he doesn't care if you tell him to give it back, he's not going to." Then she thinks she has succeeded. I almost laugh, then I tell her to go down stairs and get dressed, while your at it tell Josiah to get dressed too! That gets another "no, no," followed by the lovely
whining noise. My day has begun.
Providence has run down stairs, not to get dressed, but to figure out another way to get her book back. I admit the inevitable and get out of bed. I make it down the steps to see Providence cuddled with Josiah reading the apple book. It's crazy how quickly they forget the war that they were just having. I try to go to the restroom, because that is normally what you have to do when you wake up. I forget to lock the door and low and behold Eve barges in bed head, full pull up and all and says, "Hi Mommy!" So much for privacy. She stays in the bathroom and closes the door telling me ,"I
gib you
pribacy." She then proceeds to flush the toilet for me telling me to close my ears because it's "
woud."
We then begin the morning wrestling match. I say get dressed and they twirl around in circles or ask really crazy questions about something that is so strange I am distracted from the task at hand. I then shake out if it and tell them to get dressed again. It usually ends up with me dressing two of the three youngest while shouting to the other to put your socks on, put your shirt on etc...
All the while my boy Noah is sitting at the table all dressed and ready eating lucky charms with it spilling over the side with scoop of the spoon. I look forward to the morning when four children are sitting at the table all dressed by themselves and eating lucky charms and spilling some out with each bite.