The 50 Steps of Mommy Morning Mayhem

photoHave you ever had one of those mornings where you have to dodge more kid land mines than you should have to in an entire day? When all is said and done, there’s smashed banana smeared on the carpet, pee-soaked underwear dangling from the bathroom faucet, and toys “bad mommy” had to confiscate on top of the fridge. Echoes of temper tantrums reverberate in your head. You sit down slowly (careful to protect yourself from stray legos), look around, and shake your head in disbelief that you survived.

Today, I had one of those mornings. Here’s how it all went down, in 50 steps.

1. Wake up at 4:00 a.m. due to my shit shih tzu with restless leg syndrome.
2. She jumps off the bed, runs down the hall, and licks my four-year-old’s face. Why did I adopt this dog again?
3. Son stumbles down the hall and crawls under my covers. Little shit shih tzu takes a flying leap after him and misses. I have to reassure my son she doesn’t have a boo-boo.
4. Say “ssssshhhhh” at least 77 times.
5. Then it comes … wait for it … the obligatory ask for a glass of water. I am always prepared for it so I just have to reach over to the nightstand. Yes!
6. Feel proud of myself. Obviously, I have been mommying for awhile.
7. Maybe I should reward myself with a pair of boots?
8. Silently devise plan to order them once my little posse falls asleep again. I so deserve them.
9. My son asks random questions. I answer him and shush him.
10. Son and dog mercifully nod off.
11. Let the online shopping begin! No need to fumble around for my credit card. It’s saved in my phone and I know the little 3 digit code. Not only do I have the mommying thing down, I am super smart at this whole mommy-needs-a-treat-to-get-through-the-day thing, too.
12. Kid wakes up extra early. Interrupted sleep makes him even more of a resident rooster.
13. Walk down the stairs and almost step in dog poop. She made a deposit in the middle of the night before waking my son up. She’s lucky she’s beyond cute.
14. Give my dog the evil eye as I clean it up. It’s completely ineffective.
15. Go to make coffee. Hello, lover. The single cup maker is off. Have to wait for it to take its sweet time to warm up. Brew coffee. Look in the fridge for half-and-half. None. Almond milk? Not enough.
16. Who’s running this joint?! Oh yeah, me.
17. Dodge my son’s light saber attack … all except the initial lunge at my butt (didn’t feel that much anyway).
18. Become “mean mommy” when I take my little Luke Skywalker’s weapon of choice away.
19. Prepare not one but two kinds of oatmeal for my son who has been begging to try it again.
20. Make a fun game of it, telling him he’s going to be a taste tester and tell me which one is better.
21. He takes one look at the brown throw up food and refuses.
22. I bargain. I bribe. I get him to stick his tongue out for a little taste and he spits it on the table.
23. Clean that up.
24. Step on a stray toy. Swear up a storm in my head. The naughty cuss words … totally taboo … ones suburban moms don’t use.
25. Feel badass with all of my internal swearing. Walk with a little swagger back into the kitchen with the rejected bowls of oatmeal. Choke down some cold black coffee.
26. Offer my son 15 other breakfast choices. He settles on a banana.
27. Turn my back to get my son’s outfit. When I return, I see strings of banana all over the couch. He “doesn’t like the strings.” He prefers to throw them on the furniture instead of the trash.
28. Inhale. Exhale. Make son pick up banana strings despite his loud protests.
29. Go to feed the dog. Hear my son running towards the bathroom.
30. “Moooooommmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyy!”
31. Son explains he thought he had to “make a toot but pee came out instead.” Underwear is soaked. The top of his pajamas are wet. First morning pee. Of course I am dealing with the volume of first morning pee.
32. He proudly shows me his poop in the toilet. I am silently grateful for small favors. At least that thing is where it belongs.
33. It’s a three-wiper.
34. Lather his hands with soap so he has no choice but to wash his hands. Feel gratified that I am stealth enough to trick a toddler (at times).
35. Son bolts out of the bathroom, stark naked, and “hides” under the dining room table.
36. Ugh. Bare post-poop butt on my rug. No thanks.
37. Get son out enough to start getting him dressed. He’s not a willing participant.
38. Get kicked … more than once.
39. Try the evil eye again. Completely ineffective. Why didn’t I inherit that talent from my mom?!
40. Threaten to take his beloved basketball away. It works long enough to get the outfit and sneakers on … only because I am damn quick.
41. Son tells me he “needs a day off from school.” Begs me to pick him up early. He repeats his requests at least 30 times, getting whinier and whinier.
42. Ah, wine. I’d love some wine.
43. Is it bad that I even had that thought at 8:00 a.m.?
44. Get dressed in the living room to keep an eye on things.
45. Son yells, “BRA! I SEE YOUR BRA! And there’s Sasha.”
46. Realize blinds are open and my neighbor is walking his dog, Sasha, right in front of the window.
47. We awkwardly avoid eye contact. I vow to pretend he didn’t see me standing in my bra and jeans.
48. I have had enough. Dress quickly, apply lipstick, and leave with my son who is crying in protest.
49. Dog squeezes through the door on our way out. Son runs after dog. I look like a hot mess with these two. Surely, my neighbor will chat about the whole bra incident and the great dog escape. I am not going to the neighborhood Halloween party after this fiasco. Hell no.
50. Catch boy and dog (I am sweating). Put them in the car, fasten seat belts, and sigh. Do a quick check for the essentials. Backpack, check. Wallet, check. But where’s my phone?

Can you relate to my mommy morning mayhem or what?

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2 Responses to The 50 Steps of Mommy Morning Mayhem

  1. Hi Jodi,
    I met you and Kelsey this am. Read a few posts–thanks for telling the truth and making me laugh. I will be a faithful reader from now on 🙂

    Donna

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