Monday’s are notorious for being the toughest day of the week. The weekend is over, you could use an extra day of rest, the list of chores was only half-done, and it’s the start of another 5 day stretch. Ironically, it’s also the day where a lot can go wrong. In light of all the chaos, it builds great content for a blog post! Here’s my Monday story for you…
For starters, I went to sleep Sunday night waaaaaay later than I should have, but I was having too much fun with this new app I downloaded that you can make beats on. It’s called Beatwave and by the time I realized it, I had toyed around long enough to do myself a disservice. So, around rolls 4:00 AM on Monday morning and with the help of my iPhone’s alarm, my sleep is rudely interrupted. The brighter side is I now have a catchy beat I can use for my next YouTube video!
OK so, I’m tired, I woke up late, and I didn’t prepare anything the night before to help me get ready for the work week. At least we all showered the night before.
On a side note, my wife and I took our children to the Mystic Aquarium in Mystic, CT which was a ton of fun! my two year old son recognizes frogs, fish, turtles, sharks, and octopus, sea lions, and penguins. He impresses me on a daily basis and continues to inspire me without failure.
I turn off my alarm and reset it for 4:43 AM because I convince myself I need more sleep despite the little voice in the back of my mind saying, “Clinton, this is a mistake.” Now, 4:43 AM takes a shortcut and teaches me that time travel is a real thing during sleep. This time, I get up because I know I’ll really regret it if I close my eyes again.
Off I go to make my son’s oatmeal and banana shake, and make the morning coffee. Seems like I might be able to pull this off after all! Right?…. wrong.
My wife becomes immobile and apparently slept on adhesive because she can’t seem to get herself out of bed. My son is now full of oatmeal and banana and fell back asleep. Oh, and my daughter (3 months old) is sleeping peacefully late into the morning. It’s now 5:30 AM and all I’ve done is have my coffee and pick our clothes for the whole family. About ten minutes pass… By this time, I’m a repetitive reminder of time’s progression and I finally got my wife sitting up in bed and my son dressed. I get dressed as quickly as I can and my wife sips the coffee I brought her in bed.
My wife gets up and starts getting dressed. I start changing my daughter’s diaper and getting her dressed. It’s almost 6:00 AM and we’re making good time. We usually leave the house by 6:00 AM, so I’m thinking, “If we leave by 6:15 AM, it won’t be that bad.” As we’re about to make our way downstairs to gather our things, I smell something. I smell something all parents have come to know intimately… a dirty diaper. Funny things is, on a day like Monday, when you’re running late and the kids (yes, plural) are finally dressed, dirty diapers come in pairs.
I quickly change my son’s diaper. Luckily, he didn’t feel the need to roll around the changing table this morning (Thanks son). Now, to my daughter. This one takes a little more time and 10 times the amount of wipes, but I finish. Victory is mine! The kids are clean, my wife did her hair while I tackled the diaper damage, and we seem to be ready.
I can’t find my son’s shoes.
We need our gym bags for our after-work-workout.
The milk bottle tops and nipples need to washed.
The baby’s spitting up while I’m trying to hold her and put my shoes on.
I can’t tie my laces while holding the baby and my arm has a milky cottage cheese all over it. What IS that?
We need lunches… There’s no time to pack lunches.
Get the picture?
It’s 6:38 AM by the time we’re all buckled up in the truck and ready to go. What a morning! We get the kids to daycare, we make it the office, we get breakfast, drink more coffee, and sit back for a second to decompress.
Thinking back, I’m smiling and laughing to myself as I type this post because our mornings are always this hectic, we just usually start earlier in the morning. It’s the life of parenthood, adulthood, professionalism, and… well, it’s just life. At least I had some material to write about during my lunch break!
Thanks for reading!
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