First of all, over the years I have become less and less of a morning person. Before kids, I was up early to go to work. I hated staying in bed when I woke up. I wanted to get moving and not waste the day. Now, I just want to lay in bed all day. It seems heavenly.
Alas, I have to wake up and although I set an alarm, I usually wake up before it goes off. Most of the time Daniel is my alarm clock. No matter how many times I tell him and explain to him that I don't want to talk right away and I need quiet, he talks my ear of and asks me random questions.
The school morning routine is never fun. There are usually fights, tantrums and slow pokes involved. Yet somehow we've made it to school on time every day.
James had his 3 year checkup at 9:15, which meant we had some time to kill before the appointment. I stalled as long as I could by just sitting in the parking lot at the school. Every 20 seconds or so he'd yell, "Mommy! Are you ready yet? Let's go! I SAY LET'S GOOOOO!!!!"
So we did a slow drive through the park. He wants to drive around every day, but since we're borrowing a vehicle from someone I don't want to be driving all over creation.
I will say though, driving through Manner's park this time of year is my favorite. The leaves are peaking finally and it was beautiful!
When we got to the doctor's office I had to fill out a few things and then we waited. I left his diaper bag in the van but did toss a diaper in my purse in case he was wet. We got in the room. He charmed the pants off the nurse and then after she left he wandered the room. Eventually he was still and quiet.
"James...what are you doing?"
"Nothing. Shh. Be quiet. Go away"
"Did you just poop?"
"Not yet..."
Well, yes he did! So, I had to go out to the nurses station and ask if they had wipes, which thankfully they did. Good grief kid!
He had a great appointment. I was given some tips and pointers to work on his eating and if those don't work we'll see a specialist in Springfield. Not that he's lacking. He was in the 80 something percentile for weight and 91st for height.
I had planned to go home and finish cleaning for a house showing scheduled for noon after the appointment, but then got a call that I needed to go clean out my van before they tow it somewhere else. I got that done. You don't realize how gross your kids are until you clean out a van. I mean...I left a graveyard of goldfish crackers in there. It was weird because inside the van you couldn't really tell there was an accident. The outside was another story. Although a lot of stuff up front was sticky from a drink or two that went flying.
I finally made it home by 11, and did a quick sweep of the house. Then I took James to McDonald's for lunch. His favorite thing to do was take stuff from the tray when we were done and throw them away piece by piece...
Got home. Had the daily, "I don't need a nap" fight. I won as always.
Talked to my mom. Watched 30 minutes of one of my shows. Picked up Daniel. Came home. Did the whole mom thing for the next 5 hours.
Now it's finally quiet. It's glorious.
T-minus 9.5 hours until the chaos starts all over. Hopefully, we'll hear something from insurance tomorrow. I don't like this waiting game. I suppose I just have to be patient. Something I am not naturally gifted with.
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