Status Update

The last time I felt, as I did this morning, was after a long night of heavy drinking. There was nothing fun about the party I survived last night. The headache I woke up to was less fun than any hungover headache I have ever had. And rocking the night away has a whole other meaning! When my wake up call came in alarm version this morning, I felt like a truck had hit me. When the truck actually came through my bedroom door as a pair of toddlers, I realized that the loud mouth keeping me up all night might be the easiest challenge I would have to overcome all day. Uh oh.

Fortunately, yesterday my mom and I devised a strategic game plan to conquer the chaos that Monday brings. We set our watches, plotted a time sensitive plan to shuffle the guards and bright and early tackled a day with three kids without dad being home. It would be unfair to say it has, so far, gone completely smoothly since that would mean I would be pretending that I didn’t only half way buckle my daughter’s car seat only to realize after arriving at our destination. It would also have to mean that I wasn’t writing this blog with an infant connected to me for the third time in three hours to avoid that gut wrenching screech that I frequently hear at three am.

But despite the aforementioned, Drew and Gabby (be it only partially buckled in her car seat) chanted “Mommy is the best” on our way to school. Just the pep rally I needed. We were punctual to all our activities. And I even pulled off making a lunch that didn’t consist of pulling some processed frozen thing out and nuking it. I’ve made it to nap/quiet time and it is successfully quiet.

Although I feel some success in having made it to this point in the day, I made it with a huge handicap – my mom. I made it because I willed myself over the last three weeks of Noah being alive, nine months of being pregnant all leading up to today. So it’s not really today that I’m afraid of. Rather seven weeks from today where the newness of being able to say I managed to survive a day is less of a novelty. Seven weeks from today when my mom isn’t here at 8:30 am to see us off. I have a feeling that seven weeks from today is going to look a lot different.

But I’m gonna try to take it one day at a time. Or in this case, one half day at a time. And right now my record is looking like one solid score for team mommy…unless I get a penalty for the car seat snafu.