Not a Morning Person

Anyone who really knows me knows that I am not a morning person. I'm more of a night owl. However, because I have a job and two small kids, I must get up ridiculously early every morning. That's bad enough in and of itself. Combine that with a two-year-old who is more of a night owl like her mommy, and mornings at our house aren't a lot of fun on a good day.

Well, yesterday morning started off normal. We woke Shea up, and she refused to go to the potty like normal (we're potty training), but eventually complied. I poured her what orange juice we had left, she drank it all, then asked for more. There wasn't any more, so she threw a tantram. Not fun to deal with. I have to feed Nash, and while doing so, Shea is crawling all over me because she wants me to hold her instead. She throws multiple tantrums while I try to fix her crazy hair, and I have to discipline her multiple times. Again, not fun.

I finally get everything ready to walk out the door. I'm a couple minutes late, but no big deal. I pick up the kids bags, my breast pump, my lunch, and Nash in his carseat, and head out to the car with Shea. While we're walking to the car, Shea is a few steps ahead of me on our walkway to the driveway. She stops abruptly with a scared look on her face. I wonder what's the matter, and then I see the pee pooling around her feet. Just what I needed. I have to unlock the front door, throw everything I'm carrying back inside, run back outside to grab Shea, and take her to the bathroom. It was such a bad accident that the pee had pooled in her tennis shoes. Now, I have to strip her down, put her in the tub, and spray her down because she's got it all over her lower half. She, of course, is really unhappy with this scenario. I redress her, get out the door, and finally get the kids to daycare. Upon arriving at daycare, I realize that I have left Nash's bottles at home for the day. He only eats breast milk, so there's not an easy fix for this problem. It was just a crummy morning.

I was hoping that this morning, everything would go smoothly, but that wasn't the case. To get to work on time, I have to be ready to walk out the door when I get the kids up. This morning, I fit into a suit (dry clean only) that I hadn't been able to wear since getting pregnant with Nash. I went to wake Shea up at 6:45am. Once again, Shea didn't want to get up. I picked her up, and she lunged for her bed crying, "My bed, my bed." I set her back down on it and said I was going to get her Daddy, and she said, "Daddy's turn, Daddy's turn." I holler at Jon that he's going to have to get her up, and I go to get Nash up and feed him. While feeding Nash, I feel something warm on my leg. Bad feeling. His diaper wasn't on properly (my fault), and he peed all over me and my nice pants. How do you get urine out of dry-clean-only clothes? I have to find something else to wear (not an easy task these days) and hope that nothing else goes wrong.

Thankfully, nothing else out of the ordinary happened. Shea wouldn't eat her breakfast and threw tantrums while I fixed her hair, but that's all normal. I was able to get them to daycare without any problems, and I was on time for my 8am meeting. I'm hoping that we'll have a "pee-free" morning tomorrow.