It started around 6:30am this morning. I was all cozy in my bed thrilled to realize it was not Monday and that L had slept the entire night in his own bed. It was like winning the lottery until I heard mooooommmeeeee….where are you? Ugh, L was up AND looking for me. Why can’t I have kids who like to sleep or at least sleep until 7am???
I got L all settled with Nick Jr. (Dora was on) when I heard more feet on the steps, the whole crew was up and heading my way. My first response was to run and hide until a decent hour (maybe 7:30?) but I was trapped. There was no way past them. I turned on the Keurig (if there was any hope of surviving coffee was a must) and hit “brew” when it started, slowly at first. Mommy? Can I have a drink?
Ok, that was an easy one. Not a problem one orange juice coming up. The cup was not even on the counter when the ambush began
Mommy? Mommy?…I’m hungry. Mommy I want a drink. No mommy I want red juice! Where is my cup, mommy? MOOOMEEE I said I was hungry where is breakfast?! Mommy can I have a snack? Mommy I need water with ice. Mommy do we have cereal? Mommy I want syrup on my waffles. MommymommymommymommyMOOOOOMMMMMEEEEE!!!
The words were coming at me at a lighting speed. I tried to dodge them but it was useless. Finally I knew there was no choice WHAT??!! I
screamed calmly stated. To which the twins responded Mom…could you be quiet daddy is sleeping.
The barrage of mommymommymommy went on for the next 12 hours, 10 minutes and 15 seconds. Sure there were breaks when the twins were at swim class or the 2 little ones were outside. Moments when there was 1 kid and not 4 yelling MOMMY!! Overall though, there was ALWAYS 1 kid yelling or whining it the ENTIRE DAY.
The kids didnt even care how I answered them. My responses varied from calm or sarcastic to pretending I didn’t hear them or pretending I had left (ie: Mommy? She’s not here now, please leave a message). Nothing mattered, mommy..mommy…mommy still continued.
Even J, who for years was not able to say the word mommy, took part with his own version of mommy, moni. J alone must have said moni? probably 3000 times today. I know I should have just been grateful that J was finally able to communicate and say my name. After the 2000th time though, hearing moni? was the equivalent of nails on a chalkboard. (I feel terrible for thinking that btw)
Finally the day is over. The kids are all sleeping (yipee!!) and I am enjoying
my second a glass of wine. The house is so quiet you could almost hear a pin drop (aside from the gunfire coming from the other room as the husband watches a movie). What a long day it was. I know, I know, stop whining and be thankful to have 4 healthy (and cute) kids who love me. I am. I love those kids with my all my heart. However, I cant stop thinking why the heck didnt they once call Daddy???