The baby cried all night long. That wasn’t eventful enough, so #4 woke up every hour or so screaming and crying over leg pain. I saw every hour on the clock. I was beyond exhausted and irritated at my husband because I couldn’t sleep. It was surely his fault, right?
I woke up thinking “Wow, it’s so quiet. Jarrell must have let me sleep in & got the kids ready for school. I have the best husband!” I walked into the living room to see #3 sleeping on the couch. I looked at the clock and it is 7:32. What?! How was I awake for every hour except the one I needed to be awake for? I not so calmly demanded Jarrell to get up because we needed to get three kids ready for school in 20 minutes. He says, “They have school today? I don’t even know what day it is.” Clearly he was as tired as me.
I am not even going to lie. I told the kids to put on the clothes they wore the day before since they were easily accessible. (I am not FULLY crazy, I did a quick check for visible stains and made sure they passed the sniff test) My kids were half awake and standing around like little zombies, so I literally had to shout out each thing they needed to be doing to get ready while simultaneously throwing together three lunches. Jarrell did hair while the kids ate & drank.
Things were going surprisingly well until I went to pack backpacks and realized #3’s rest
blanket was in her bag. I was suppose to wash it over the weekend 🤦🏻♀️ Promise me you won’t judge me too harshly for what I am about to tell you! I opened up the rest blanket, looked it over front to back, smelled it, and rubbed it with dryer sheets so it smelled like I washed it! No joke, it smelled so fresh and so clean. (Who else just sang that with the extra clean?!) Don’t worry, I have saved you all the trouble and have already nominated myself for parent of the year!
I am convinced there are two types of parents, those who are on top of it & those who are just trying to survive. I’ll let you decide which category I fall in😉 I can’t tell you how many times a day I say to myself, “I am doing the best I can and that’s all I can do.”
In case you were wondering how the morning ended, I think God Himself made time stand still because we got the kids out the door on time.
Parenting is not for the faint of heart, can I get an amen?
