I HATE Monday Mornings

Is it wrong that I would rather take ten minutes to blog then to get my three kids (who are locked in their room by a gate and have been up since 6:20) out of bed? I don't know what it is, but Ben wakes up with his usual "Mom, I waked up" and when it used to be cute (like two years ago) now I just want to take him and explain that beings under the age of 12 should not get up before 7 am. There is just no good reason for it. Of course, his whining then wakes up both Maddie and Zach, but somehow Zach manages to fall back asleep. About 6:45 starts the choruses of "Mom, I have to go potty". So what are you supposed to say to that? What I would like to say is, "Well, just pee your pants, its not 7 yet" but instead I get him up to go potty and as soon as we are in the bathroom, starts Maddie "I have to go potty". AAAARRRGGHHH. And this annoys me the most on Monday mornings. It's just not the way I would like to start a week. I would like to start a week with sleeping until about 10 am, and then my three wonderful kids could bring me breakfast in bed while they get themselves dressed, fed and bundled up for daycare. My husband would then come and shuttle them to daycare and I would have the rest of the day in the house by myself. Now, that would be a Monday.

I Would Not Make A Good Single Mother

So Matt has been in Miami since Wednesday. He leads a tough life that one. I have been home with the kids, but thank God for babysitters and Grandmas. I mean seriously, Wednesday night I had them all in bed by 730, mostly because I wanted to catch up on some TV I had missed. Thursday night I had a class that I take at church, so I had our babysitter come over and she had Zach in bed and Ben and Maddie were pretty much ready to go by the time I got home. Tonight Matt's mom came over with pizza and was fully prepared to help watch the non-bathers while I took care of the bathers. Tomorrow I am rewarding myself with a morning off and dropping off Ben and Maddie at another babysitters while Zach stays home with my mom so I can do some shopping before I have to pick Matt up at the airport. I mean seriously, how do single moms do it? Don't get me wrong, I love my kids, but man, I'm exhausted. I think Maddie has been sensing my frustration so this morning when Zach woke up at about 5:30 and I groggily got out of bed (probably mumbling a string of not very appropriate words that rhyme with "are you ducking kidding?") she started to sing Zach the ABCs so that he would stop crying. Was it because she wanted to make him happy or because she wanted him to be quiet, I'll never know but I do know she is a whole lot like her momma:)

Oh and I know that you were all probably looking forward to the graphic description of our Pukefest that I promised in my last posting, but I have decided in talking to my little brother that I need to rethink the things that are socially acceptable to talk about. He feels that my perception has been a little skewed since I have had children. He stopped me when I was telling him a story about how Ben's poop got stuck and....oops there I go again. I'll have to censor myself. Just email me if you want the whole story. What is it about kids that has led me to a life where I write about poop, puke and preschool? Maybe I'll have to start branching out but they keep providing me with such good material.

Ben had his 4th birthday party last weekend--his actual birthday was on Tuesday. I am thinking about starting a movement where mom's get the good presents on their kids' birthdays. Let's be honest, Ben didn't have to do a whole lot to be born....I was the one getting cut open. Shouldn't I at least get a pedicure or something? Anyway, he had a great birthday and when he woke up on Tuesday and I told him it was his birthday, you could see the gears just turning in his little head as he said..."I am four now? I am four because it is my birthday? I can't wait for dad to get home from work so I can tell him I am four now". It was like we had been talking about this magical age of four for so long that he couldn't believe it had finally arrived. I'm not sure what he thinks it entails, but it must be pretty special.

Zach is recovering from what seems like a lifetime of illness. All in all, he is doing great. Kids are dropping like flies in his daycare room from RSV, so when his babysitter called and said he was starting to sound congested I of course rushed him to the doctor (overreact much?). I can't find the happy medium between taking your kid to the doctor to early (it's just a virus lady...calm down) and too late (um, your kid is pretty much lethargic...what exactly were you waiting for?). So I erred on the side of too early to be met with the doctor (not my normal doctor mind you) looking at me like I was perhaps a wee bit crazy. Oh well, better safe than sorry. I have to repeat his chest x-ray next week to make sure the pneumonia is gone, and hopefully that will be the end of his crazy sicknesses.

Okay, it's almost 11 and I have got to get to bed. Pretty exciting Friday night in the Brogan household. Before I sign off, I will post some new pictures for all of your viewing pleasure:)

Pukefest 2010

So I haven't blogged for a while because our family has been fighting a rough couple of weeks of sickness. The best (okay, I mean worst) started a week ago Thursday. Matt had just picked Ben up from preschool and was taking him to "new" school and he harfed all over his classroom. Sorry about that. So Matt took him home and called me and said he was pretty iffy. I got an email update at four saying he was joining Ben in the bathroom.

I know this promises to be a wonderful blog post filled with fun and nothing at all disgusting and you are all probably waiting at the edges of your seats for it, but I knew I was pressing my luck by starting after 7 am and of course, now Maddie is awake and yelling for me, so I will have to continue later. It'll be good....