Yesterday after my youngest daughter got home from school we sat down and watched the news. The weather reporter said by the end of this week we should be looking at a high of 60 degrees. We were both very excited since lately it’s been a high of 34. She looked at me and “mom, it’s going to feel just like summer compared to this weather!” I agreed with her too because I felt the same thing that she had just put into words.
At 5:25 this morning something I’ve known for a pretty long time slammed me in the head again. Luckily I’m speaking metaphorically or else I’d be lying somewhere unconscious right now. I realized that there is no day on the calendar I dislike any more than the others. A Monday isn’t really different from a Thursday, it’s the mornings that I’ve got a problem with.
I hate mornings, I hate getting up at 5:10 every morning. I could completely understand if I had a job but I don’t so ugh!I get up to drive my mother to work because she lives with us and driving just isnt her thing. Amazingly she can really stick to something when she wants to, according to her she used to drive when she was a teenager but shes in her mid 50s now. She married my dad when she was 18 and didn’t drive then to this day she still swears she can drive; however, I can’t find a single person who knows of her driving and I’m including her parents and siblings.
After I drive across town to take her to work I come home and get my youngest daughter up for school. She’s 9 years old and I think she’s taking the bus to school as a way of asserting her adulthood. You know they’re adults at 5 now (in their heads). She gets up at 6:00 to drive to her home school for the bus to pick her up and taker to the school she transferred to. I preferred before they were providing transportation, she got up about 6:45 every day. Her home school was completely full so they transferred her to the other school, both of these schools are 5 minutes from here so the drive doesn’t matter. School starts at 7:45 but she’s willing to be on the bus an extra 55 minutes early just to ride the bus. I kept hoping she would change her mind so I could get a little more sleep, but of course not even when she was the only kid on the bus for 3 months.Here we are still riding the bus everyday.
Next in my morning is making sure my 12 year old son is up and ready for school. He tends to fall asleep and my fiance is supposed to get up at 6:45 to make sure that he didn’t. My son and oldest daughter get up at 6:30 “supposedly”. I come rushing in the house late every morning at 7:00 yelling his name like a mad woman because the little one’s bus was late again (it’s late everyday). My son will usually come down and sit on the couch where he does one of 3 things; falls back asleep on the couch, ask if he can stay home, or ask for a ride to school so he can take a short nap. So , I literally have to say every other minute until 7:08 don’t miss your bus because you’ll have to walk down to the other bus stop and catch the late bus in the cold. At 7:09 I have to say get out the door now. I don’t know why it’s so hard for him we live on the corner and his bus comes right across the street but of course before he can leave he has to plead with me to drop him off or let him stay home. He might be going for that last word thing but it’s mine and I don’t share the honor. He lives in the land of Moni, where there is no democracy it is a totalitarian dictatorship.
He is followed by 5 minutes of fussing at the fiance for not getting up before I got home to make sure the boy was awake. I also have the joy of heating something up in the microwave for my oldest daughter. She’s 15 (will be 16 in 13 days) and trust me she’s counting down the days. She has problems warming up her own waffles and sausage because she doesn’t get up when I tell her to, instead she lays in bed for an extra 20 minutes. She gets away with it because I’m not home. When I ask her how come she needs me to do it she says because she doesn’t have time. I tell her she’d have time if she did what she was supposed to like get out of bed. She then tells me it’s not her fault she does listen but didn’t get out of bed when I woke her up. I know the conversation because we just had it again today, we have it at least 4 times a week. I finally shove everyone out of the door at 7:20 except on Fridays.
Fridays I get the joy of driving my son and the oldest daughter to school because the fiance works 4/10s. For any one who still has to work 5 8-hour days this means he works 4 10-hour days every week and has a 3 day weekend. Friday’s are for video games according to him but I usually have somewhere I plan on him going. He whines but does it anyway and if he’s gone to bed at a decent time I’ll even wake him up to take my mom to work. These are days I pretend I can sleep in until 6:00 but I really don’t because I had to wake him up and then I can’t fall back asleep.
Now in all of this I forgot 1 person, my mentally handicapped brother. He is actually the reason I am not employed and with the way things are handled here in Texas it may be that way for years to come. My brother cannot be left at home by himself and I am the better caregiver out of the options we have. I have been taking care of my brother since his birth and had to quit paid employment as his caregiver when we moved to Texas. So this is one of the things I do as Moni. My fiance and I have decided that we can be okay financially without me having an income. He’s gone so far as to change how he behaves and what he buys so that I can do this because I need to. My brother is 13 years younger than me and I’ve never been much of a sister but always more of a surrogate mother. He’s as much one of my kids as my biological ones are and we treat him like it.
The final 2 reasons I’m not at all fond of mornings are simply I don’t sleep well at night unless I go to bed about 2:30 in the morning. If I don’t then I wake up approximately every hour and it usually takes me any where from 45 minutes to 1 hour to fall asleep. The other is it’s freezing still in the mornings, yes I’m still stuck on the weather. It was 24 degrees when I woke up this morning (felt like 10 according to the TWC app), I’m hoping it reaches 60 at some point this week. The sun is shining beautifully buuuut it is only in the low 30s again. My toes hurt I’m so cold. The cold doesn’t just cause me a little discomfort it actually causes me cramps and pains.
It was so hard for me to get this post written after getting every one out the house I sat at my computer but then I had to let one of the dogs out. I sat down again and had to let that same dog back in and the other one out. Of course that one had to come back in and I tried it again but the dreaded phone call came in. My mother was off work early again and needed her ride. So my post that I originally was going to write at 11:00 this morning is just now being published at 2. I must pat myself on the back because this is the longest post I have ever written.
I am lying in bed as I write this. Yep, I said bed it’s not late, it’s only 5:25 pm. I’m in bed because I’m freezing and no matter what I try I’m still freezing. Being a self proclaimed super smart genius, I decide to pull out my iPhone and check the weather on The Weather Channel Max app (I just said that in my announcer voice). It informs me that it’s 33 degrees out but feels like 26. C’mon, seriously why would they even bother to tell me that. I’m never at the zoo, turn to my kids and say it’s 104 but hey at least it feels like 98. I’m not a thermometer, if you say it’s 33 I am going to believe it’s 33 out. If you don’t tell me what it feels like, to me it will feel like 33 (can you imagine my naivety to actually believe it is what they say). Am I the only person that sees that simple logic? Anything else they want me to believe in this world they just tell me so why would the give me options on the weather.
So now I’ve got this little Jack Frost leprechaun in my head. He keeps telling me it feels below freezing, can you feel it? Of course I feel it, wasn’t I told to? My very random mind is now trying to figure out how to stay warm for the rest of winter. I think my family might be a little disappointed if I stay in bed under my electric blanket for a couple months and the ball and chain probably wouldn’t appreciate me in a diaper. Can’t say I blame him much on that one.
You may ask yourself, what type of person could write a post like this? It’s really not my fault I very often have random thoughts and they are often sub par. I only share the good, smart, understanding thoughts with the people who know me. That’s enough of my random musings for today.
I'm just a mother of three taking care of my family hilariously and blogging about it to embarass the **** out of them. I watch too much tv, play too many games (video and mobile), I love tech, fast cars, often read too many books, and I blog badly. Plus I've got some minor OCD issues I think.
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