Well I met my New Year's Resolutions for 3 months. I kept meaning to write something in April but never quite got around to it. I guess at least I have room for improvement next year...

My mornings are so stressful. No wonder I don't want to get out of bed in the mornings. Here was my morning today:

I woke up, went downstairs to get Erin moving (she always takes the longest to get ready) and go upstairs to start breakfast. We had oatmeal. Actually I had to wash a pan so we could have oatmeal. I almost don't want to show you this, but I will. I haven't seen my countertops in days. My life is so crazy busy right now that I feel like I am only maintaining. Actually, not even maintaining -- look at these dishes. UGH

Wally has been doing so so well with not wetting the bed lately, but last night he not only wet his sheets but he also had a bloody nose, bleeding all over his pillow. As I began cleaning that up, Russell woke up on my bed. Wally and Erin began fighting over who got to go get him. I solved it by saying it was Wally's turn. Erin gets to get him when he wakes up in his crib, and Wally gets to get him when he is on my bed. Erin began freaking out that she never EVER gets to get him because he always ends up in my bed. Not totally true, but I definitely see her point. I finish getting the sheets into the washer and work on fixing Erin's hair.

I was finishing up her hair (about 8:05) when I realized Zach had never gotten in the shower. He is still sitting at the breakfast table looking at his Guinness Book of World Records. I yell at him to get in the shower and why didn't he get in when I asked him?? He said he didn't hear me and starts to cry, but he gets in. The crying doesn't faze me much today. You see, Erin had been crying nonstop while I fixed her hair because she said her feet were frozen and I was making her stand right by the vent. I said she should be grateful we have AC or she would be too hot. She also wanted to wear flip flops but couldn't because its against school rules. She said every other girl has lots of sandals to choose from and she only has one pair. I ignored her.

I finish with Erin's hair and am signing off folders when the alarm goes off to warn me I have about five minutes before the bus arrives. I yell at Zach to get out of the shower and go to sign his folder. I find the missing pages of his homework shoved into his backpack (he could only find one page last night). He has luckily finished most of it except like half a page which I rushed him through. Erin is just standing by, watching us. I look up and see her there and get after her that the bus is probably out there and she needs to GO!!! She stomps off that she's a horrible daughter and I hate her. She opens the door to see the bus pulling up to the stop sign in front of our house. She takes off running to the next bus stop, so I holler "bye" after her and zip up Zach's backpack while pushing him out the door... just as Erin comes running back in saying she forgot something. She trips at the door and hits her knee really hard on the tile. As she laid on the floor crying, I yelled at Zach to go catch the bus and then help up Erin. I gave her a hug and asked her what she forgot. She said she forgot to hug me goodbye. What a tender heart she has. "Oh Erin," I said. I hugged her tightly, told her I loved her, and then told her to hurry and try to catch the bus. "If you don't make it," I say, "just come back and I'll take you." But I guess she made it because she didn't come back.

I feel like I just ran a marathon... NOT that I have every run a marathon or have any ambition to ever run one. Besides, who has the time?? I don't even have time to fit in a 1-mile jog on most days. I would rather take a nap anyway... or maybe just do the dishes. :)