We just can't get through a whole week without AT LEAST one morning of mayhem.
I'm wondering if there's any correlation to morning mayhem and not getting my morning run in(I ran 10 miles yesterday, so today is my off day). See my post Manic Monday for why I think this may be true.
This morning started out normally, (except I wasn't as wide awake as I would've liked), cup of coffee, check, showered, check, hearing some REALLY, REALLY, REALLY loud ruckus in the living room, check. I've got a real live All-Star-Wrestling match going on here. Before I yell from the bathroom, I decide to peek around the corner to see what's happening. Oldest son running across the living room, jumping on the couch (does some moves), jumps off to clothesline little brother/sister team. No tears(yet), I can't help but chuckle a little bit. I go back to finish getting ready, "JAAAAKE!!!!! STOP!!! I CAN'T BREATHE!". And then I hear previously peacefully sleeping baby crying through the monitor. Run up to get crying baby while yelling down the stairs, "Breakfast time!!".
It started out smoothly, everyone was at least eating and drinking without the usual, "Stop looking at me!", and "You are NOT my best buddy.", and "No, I get the XBOX after school today.". I turn around to get #4's breakfast in the toaster, when she grabbed her older sister's milk glass and spilled it all over. No big deal, I wiped it up before it dripped on the floor. Get #4's breakfast in front of her, (she starts eating with gusto), I turn to grab my coffee, when she sneezes and pieces of her chewed up food go flying in each kid's direction. The oldest starts dry-heaving. They all jump away from the table like there's a fire under their butts. I've never seen them move so fast! In all this chaos, they have managed to scare #4, who WAS sitting very nicely in her seat still eating, but is now SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF HER LITTLE LUNGS!! Breakfast is over.
At this point, it gets a little blurry for me. Everyone gets dressed/brushes teeth/brushes hair/shoes on, except every time I try to set #4 down she SCREAMS!! I tell the others they have traumatized her by making fun of her sneeze-food episode, and I think they might have believed me(for a second).
We're almost ready...when a HOLY WAR starts between 2 brothers and a light-saber.
Beano: Jake, can I just play with it while you're at school?
Jake: NOOO! I don't want you playing with my stuff when I'm at school.
Beano: (lots of big crocodile tears) PLEEEASE!!!
Jake: NO! (grabs it and hides it, with Beano right on his tail looking to see where he's hiding it).
Beano: (waiting for Jake to leave the room, and then grabs it and runs outside).
Me: Everyone in the truck and get buckled!!
Jake: (chasing Beano-which leads to A LOT OF VERY LOUD SCREAMING).
The screaming was so loud, the construction workers across the street and down two houses stopped to see if everyone was ok. That's when the boys got "THE LOOK". You know, the "mom look"-the get in the truck right now, or you're dead meat-look.
Get in the truck, take a deep breath, turn on the music, start driving, look in the rear-view mirror to see Anna crying because she forgot the birthday card she made for her BFF. Reassure her that she'll have time at the art table to make a replacement for her and she can give her the other card on Monday.
The kids get out of the truck, I walk them to the door, (amazingly enough they have smiles on their faces), and all is right with the world again.
Seriously, I can't make this stuff up.
Do you have any morning mayhem you'd like to share? I'd love to hear it, and know that I'm not the only one who may be sending my kids straight to therapy all because of our "morning mayhem".