They say it’s beneficial to rise before your kids for a moment of peace—a chance to gather your thoughts for the day ahead. But let’s be real. Waking up at 5:14 AM? No, thank you! I’d rather savor those extra minutes of sleep than face a guaranteed interruption from my little ones, who seem to possess an uncanny “mom’s awake” radar. If I’m up, they will sense it and immediately demand my attention. And honestly, I’m not ready to deal with that at such an early hour.
So, I hit snooze for as long as possible. When the kids finally wake me, it’s never gentle. It usually starts with a poke to the eye (thanks for that, little one), a not-so-subtle kick to the back (if you’re sneaking into bed, at least try to be stealthy), or a loud scream that makes me wonder why I even bother with sleep. My mornings are not about a slow, peaceful rise; they are more like a frantic alarm bell: “GET UP, MOM! WE NEED STUFF!”
And oh, do they need things. Plural.
“Okay, okay, let me just brush my teeee…”
“No, Mom! My SOCK! It’s all wrong, fix it!”
“Alright, let me shower… MOM! Where’s my SHIRT?! Is it clean? Where. Is. My. SHIRT?!”
“Forget the shower, let me just splash some water on my face…”
“MOMMY!!! The baby spilled cereal everywhere, and the dog is eating it! Hurry!”
It’s a never-ending cycle. Until finally, I reach my breaking point. “STOP IT!!! EVERYONE JUST STOP! Stop whining over socks, stop telling me we’re going to be late, and for the love of all things holy, stop spilling stuff! What is that smell? Did you really have to poop right after I bundled you all up, just thirty seconds before we need to leave?!”
“Mom!”
“WHAT?!”
“My sock?”
“I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR SOCK! Either figure it out or find another pair!”
Cue the tears, the protests, and the inevitable thoughts swirling in my head about why our mornings always spiral into chaos. Then comes the lecture about our morning expectations as I hurry them to the bus stop, followed by a quick peck on the cheek. And then, the dreaded moment… that gut-wrenching feeling as the bus pulls away, the bus stop guilt creeping in, leaving me wondering if my kids know just how much I love them.
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Summary:
Mornings in motherhood are a whirlwind of demands and chaos, often starting with abrupt awakenings and leading to a flurry of requests and mishaps. Despite the stress, each morning ends with a bittersweet goodbye, leaving behind a mix of love and guilt as the bus drives away.