Blurs

Most of the days are blurs anymore.
Blurs with the intentionally made dinners for him to eat on his way to work. That is the only constant. Same time, same place, same everything... for a fraction of a second.

Then it goes back to something. What that something is, I am still searching for.

It has been easy so far. They fight until the little one breaks down into tears and it is time for a nap or just bed time. We are lax when Daddy is not around. Some days consist of nothing and other are just simply, over done. Late nights just turn into late mornings and some free seconds for me to sit and do nothing or run around and do everything and become exhausted before the day even begins. The circle of summer, I suppose.

He should have been a tad bit frustrated over the two little peeps that were hogging his pillow.

I would be, but then again, I let them puppy dog eye their way into bed with me to begin with. I am pretty sure I would agree to another dog and a speed boat if they asked for it, at 2 a.m. That is one thing dads don't understand. I love to say I went to bed at 10p.m. but in reality, 10 p.m. is the time I tried to even go upstairs. With my notice given, I must start the dishwasher, because when the kids did the dishes, the four hour delay was just a tad bit too early to schedule. Then there are the extra dishes that are on the table from after dinner festivities. Gotta add those to the mix, while noticing the dogs water bowl needs fresh water. I am going to bed...it is now 10:20 p.m. Good nights all around again and I head upstairs. Ahhh, the pile of dirty clothes that congregate at the bottom of the stairs that one forgot to take up. Ahhh just another trip to the laundry room.....

That is when I discover the load of clothes from this morning... sitting in the washer and needing re~washing. and there are more clothes in the dryer. Rewash, reset, empty... re-do...repeat. They cycle is unending until I hear the dreaded, "Momma, can I ..........?" As is typical at now, 11 p.m. the answer is "yes." "Yes you can build a car, yes you can run the world, yes you can eat candy, yes you can quit school at 9"..... by this time, I don't care anymore. "Yes." comes easy at this time and by midnight I usually don't remember what I have even agreed to. Lights fade at 2:30 a.m. She sleeps on Daddy's pillow
which will end up in an ugly fight if the little one makes the beeline for it mid sleep.

Such is the life. By 5:00 a.m. two little chubbs have inched their way into my bed. One asked and I was just done trying to explain why I need to have 22.8 second without someone next to me. The second meandered in after getting up to go to the bathroom on his own. I can't knock that either. Beats having to wash the sheets. He immediately looks at the little body next to me and squeals that she is in his spot. And that makes it another sleepless night. He is in for the duration and I have officially given into the fact that I no longer belong in bed.

I make mention that I will move them both so that he can sleep. After all, we have caught up the night and talked shop over his breakfast.

He watches them and says it is ok as he shifts into a spot to sleep. Minutes later, they all sleep. It is 9:20 a.m.
Must be nice!