School mornings are hard. We’re late getting out the door a lot, and there are a lot of fights about whether the youngest needs to go with us (obviously he does) or if he needs to wear shoes or if another one came home with both gloves and a hat yesterday and if everyone has a lunch box.
When we get back from taking the big three to school, he and I, and I’ve only had half a cup of coffee and the rest of the day is looming and it’s really cold outside, we spend a lot of time in the driveway. Sitting in the car with the heater blasting for five, ten minutes, listening to the radio and me, forcing myself to turn off the ignition and get out, in the cold, with a kid that may or may not be already whining about everything and then some.
That youngest always throws a wrench in things. I am so thankful when Zoe sleeps late, although it's hard not to wake her, since they all sleep in the same room. And she gets so mad if they go to school or even eat breakfast before she gets up. But when she sleeps in, it's one less little one running around, distracting the other 2 from getting ready.
Sigh, it's hard. I know it's hard. I wish I could say more than just, it'd get better. xo
As hard as it was for me to drop my kids off at daycare and go to work, I know parts of it were easier than this.
Hang in there.
Nothing wrong with taking a moment.
Or two.
When my kids were little there was a year when I'd pick one up at preschool just to drop the other one off at school. I had no time to myself, and it was just within reach.
And one person was always upset about something. More than often that person was me.
It's not until next year that I have distinct schedules between the kids . . . and that scares me.
[…] school), it’s not always easy to insist on healthy foods, physical activity and healthy habits. Most days, it’s hard to get all four kids out of bed, eating breakfast and out the door in time for school. […]
[…] When forced to come up with 30 blog posts, things became a lot more, shall we say . . . confessional. Especially towards the end of the month, when I was down and stressed out and ready to not be solo […]