I awoke this morning with excitement tingling through my body. I was excited about playing with my children. I was excited about getting things accomplished around the house. I was excited about having a working washer and dryer. I was excited about the warm weather we've been having and spring being here!
And then I realized that what woke me up was the yelling of my youngest from the bottom of the stairs up to my room. "aaahhhh." Nothing quite as inactivating as a 2 year old yelling noise at you. Not words, that would be too polite. Just noise.
But alas, it is still spring and I will still get things accomplished around the house and the washer and dryer still work and... and it's raining. I opened the curtains in my bedroom to let in the sunshine only to be hit by dingy grey and wet.
But alas, I will still get things accomplished around the house and the washer and dryer still work and ... it's 5:50am. I just glanced at the clock. It is 5:50 am. Are they insane? Speaking of they, where are they... my children that were yelling at me from the bottom of the stairs have stopped. Where are they?
Good morning, Daddy. That would be a wonderful welcome to the day.
"Aaahhhhhh," followed by silence is what I received instead. And silence always precedes trouble. In this case it was Hawks, Jr. holding the refrigerator door open for Lil Hawks to climb inside. They froze as I entered the room as if I were a giant T-Rex attracted to movement. I snorted and roared. They ran downstairs as I poured them milk and opened breakfast bars. Find a television station with good shows in a row and ahhh.. the couch, a blanket and nap...
"Daddy, Daddy , Daddy I have to potty!"
"Well, go do it," I told Hawks, Jr. At 4 years old he's been pottying for about a year and a half now but still needs to announce it every time he does.
"Holy Crap it's 9:30!"
Back upstairs, make sure Jr has flushed, clean kitchen from last night, get laundry going (at least THAT still works) in a rush as a stay-at-home parents job is never completed but it is often hectic. Well at least the rain is good for the plants.
Shit. It got cold last night. I had set the plants out a couple of days ago, the rain and spring would be good for them. They were growing and green and enjoying the freshness. Now they were brown and droopy and looking pretty.... dead.
I need coffee.
Well, Sunshine. I had wonderful aspirations with you today. First you abandoned me. But that's okay, you are a flighty lover. Only you took your warmth with you. And all those things I wanted to get accomplished today went down the drain with a 3 hour nap on the couch while my children were pleasant enough to play quietly with their toys. ALL of their toys, which lay strewn across the room and I wonder how I could have slept through the carnage that surely must have sounded like a freight train.
Today started off so promising.
