The alarm goes off a bit past 6AM. I rise exhausted from yet another poor nights sleep. Soon I have meandered unsteadily into the shower.
This is my favorite time of day ... for it is mine!
After dressing I will slip off to the kitchen to make fresh coffee. I can already hear my daughter in the shower by 6:30.
The rooster crows. Not too loud shadow, please ... this is my time, and I am not quite ready to share it.
No television ... no background arguing ... every single light in the house not needing yet to be turned on ... this is my time.
Alas, it passes too quickly.
I wake my son by 7AM, and again at 7:10AM. Reluctantly he drags himself upright reminiscent of a toddler awakening from nap time. He is 9 now, but in the morning I still see that baby wanting to be dressed and carried.
Get dressed I insist, and edge the clothes up higher on the bed.
I escape to the kitchen for another cup of coffee.
Mom, comb out my hair.
Mom, I had that for lunch yesterday.
Mom, sign this.
Mom, I'll die if you don't let me go.
It's a new day, same dialogue.
By the time we finish breakfast we've already demonstrated sibling hostility and we are, as usual, running late.
After a few more mentions of whose fault our tardiness is, we are out the door to race the school bell.
Today, we made it.
Most days ... it is hit or miss.
Don't be too friendly ... don't talk to her, you know she needs a volunteer. Don't say yes to another bake sale. Keep driving through the drop off circle.
Not quick enough.
Sure... I'd love to coordinate the school feast.
UGH! Who is this person saying yes when I told her to say no!
Okay, my time again.
so to speak.
Off to the dry cleaners, market, drug store.
I must complete all my errands by 10AM, before the queen riseth.
Soon she will enter and the Kingdom will learn its creed of the day.
I hope her demeanor will be pleasant, with not too many aches and pains. Some light marketing and a doctors appointment perhaps.
But most days ... lately... Her Good Morning, it sounds more like the decree of the day... OFF WITH HER HEAD.
Thankfully the kids must be picked up near 3PM and I will escape back to my SUV.
Mom... I am starving!
Don't touch my cello!
Mom, he stuck his tongue out at me.
The kids have lap desks and library's buried somewhere under the WC in my SUV or we'd never get the H/W done!
This year I assured myself we'd have less after school activities.
Then came student council, an additional music ensemble we just had to join, and the Christmas show at Civic Theater. (At least baseball season is over!)
On a really good day, we will make it to a family restaurant and sit down for dinner between music lessons, drama, sports.
On every other Friday, I will have enough time to cook!
Most days however we will eat fast food in the car rushing from place to place.
I never realized providing all I could for my children meant spending more time in my SUV than in my bed!
Play rehearsal and orchestra behind us, we return home near 9PM.
Mom... We're starving!
After more junk food, they are ready to unwind with a book and head to bed.
This is my TV time. I am yet to see the murder occur on an episode of Law and order. Yet lately, I can't make it until they solve the crime either.
I am asleep nearly the second my head hits the pillow.
But not for very long.
By 2AM I am awake, and reviewing lists of things to do the next day.
I have so many lists... I never complete any of them.
Finally I drift off to sleep again shortly before the alarm goes off to signal the begin of the new days marathon.
I rise exhausted from yet another poor nights sleep. Soon I have meandered unsteadily into the shower. Here I am again, the favorite part of my day!
[This message has been edited by Dutiful Daughterinlaw (edited 11-19-2002).]