Each day I start out positive and go through what needs to be done in my head. I get up super early, take my shower, blood sugar, and prenatal vitamin, clean the bathroom, start laundry, do my own school work and lay out the kids’ clothes! My daily “To Do” list is written out and look how much I have crosed out! Wow! What a great start! Before I verbally do so, I start delegating the kid’s jobs:
\n“Fastolph, start your math work, there it is,”
\n“Posco, make you bed, and get your English, and can you get out the crayons for Fastolph’s math assignment for me please?”
\nI dress the baby, wash breakfast dishes, put supper in the crock-pot. What a great day it is going to be! Today is the day I will get everything done that I intended. Not like yesterday or the day before that or the day before that\u2026
\nIt starts when Fastolph goes to his room to get dressed and never does. I have no idea what he does<\/i> do. His clothes are laid out, but he wanders back in still in his pajamas. So we start the “Fastolph get dressed” wars. In the meantime Posco who is dressed and up, goes through the samething with school work. “Posco, start your math work” and he goes to the bathroom. “Posco, start your math work” and he sits at the table, to my satisfaction and 3 minutes later he is up wrestling with an still pajamaed Fastolph on the floor.
\nNow I start to slowly simmer. I pick up Fastolph and put him in his room and tell him to get dressed. His younger brother starts following him in his room, and I hear giggles. Toddler giggles are usually a pleasant sound, but at the moment, it might as well be IRS at the door. OK, not that bad, but you get the picture. I tell Posco to start his work yet again, and next thing I know Fredegar is up and Posco is sitting with him at the table letting him break crayons in two because it makes him happy. Now am I not only annoyed with the fact no one is doing what I asked, and my perfect day is going down the tubes, and no one is going to be educated and they will end up being illiterate, but this is third box of crayons I have purchased in the past 3 months and they keep disappearing!<\/b> I put them in gallon bags, I put them up high. I have special kiddy crayons and I keep having to buy more!
\nNow the giggling in the middle boy’s room is getting intense and I go in there, and not only has Fastolph not gotten dressed, they have stripped their bed to hide in the blankets.
\nI look at the clock and it is time to get Sleeping Beauty up. The last thing I need ia dose of evil, but that is what I get: “I’m up! It’s too early!” Now like everyone else, her job is get up, make her bed, get dressed, eat and start school. This is the same routine since the establishment of the Upstate Moss household. But to every child it is surprise. Get dressed? In the morning? The oppression! She slowly wanders up, meanders to the dining room in her pajamas, and reads “Dear Abby”. She makes some comments about the current dilemma, which are usually both funny and insightful, but I am annoyed because she knows she is not supposed to be reading “Dear Abby”, nor have I had the opportunity to do so! Instead of taking the moment to bond with her, I snap at her about “yes, Rosey, but what are you supposed to be doing now?”
\nIn the meantime, Fastolph manages to come out semi-dressed, but not in the clothes I neatly laid out for him, but in shorts and one sock.
\n“What are you wearing?”
\n“I dunno, this was all I could find!”
\n“Get the clothes I gave you!”
\nBack to his room and more blankets and giggling.
\nSo after a day of planned 7 lessons for each child, Fastolph gets 3. I have managed to wash the sheets of 1 bed instead of 2. Instead of the full meal I had planned for dinner plus dessert, I am usually short a side dish and\/or the dessert.
\nOne load of laundry gets left in the dryer overnight instead of getting put away.
\nPlease, please, please tell me I am not alone and other Moms who have been there have managed to raise decent children.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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