I had big plans for today. Last night, I set the timer on the washing machine, so the wash would be ready to load into the dryer as soon as I awoke. I went to bed a little earlier than normal (as in, before midnight... yes, I know I shouldn't stay up so late, but what else can a girl do when her honey is working all hours of the night? But - praise the Lord - he is supposed to be off the twelve hour shifts mid-October!) in hopes of getting my day started bright and early.
My plans were to:
Whip up some cookies
Do some laundry
Prepare a pot of soup for dinner
Do some more laundry
Only, the toddler had other plans. Apparently, he's come down with something, so he awoke before 5 this morning, and I couldn't get him back down to sleep until after 6:30 (please don't tell me if you normally wake up at that time. I just can't bear to hear that anyone is functioning that early in the morning, lol).
Just after I got settled under the covers, my honey came home (finally, yay!). And, of course, the Little Man awoke again, so my sweet hubby went in to check on him. He normally sleeps pretty well, so for him to wake up so many times and be up for so long is unusual. But, as I said, I think he's caught a cold of sorts, because his nose has been running non-stop, and he has a slight cough. Poor thing.
Well, after having lost that much sleep... um, let's just say that the alarm clock was not greeted very cheerfully this morning. And, yes, I burrowed back under the covers. Until 8:30. When my little man woke up. Sopping wet. With an extremely runny nose. And got me all wet, too. Nice.
So, after cleaning him up, changing his sheets, and getting him some breakfast, I was hoping to get to my list. But that's when Abby decided to *ahem* lose her breakfast. On the carpet. In two separate spots. Nice.
By this time, Little Man was done eating, so I gave him a cracker in an effort to distract him from touching *ahem* the kitty's "breakfast." While cleaning the carpet, I suddenly noticed how strangely quiet my child was being. (Any mother knows this is not a good sign)
I decided to finish what I was doing because, really, how much trouble could he get into? (thankfully, not that much!) This is what I found. Apparently, it's more fun to crumble the cracker, crush it into the carpet, and then eat it. Piece by piece. Of course. Nice.
I'm learning that, as a mom, sometimes, you have to take a picture and laugh... otherwise, you might just go crazy.
I guess the carpet needed to be vacuumed this week anyway, so I just got to it a little earlier than I had planned.
Did I mention all this took place before ten o'clock?
And, then, after Little Man had gone down for his nap, I was simmering the soup and decided to see what Martha was up to while simultaneously checking my email. So, of course (as I'm sure you experienced wives guessed), I forgot about the soup and came back to a bubbling mess on the stove. (Thankfully, the soup still tastes dee-lish!) But, while I was trying to clean up the stove, I inadvertently knocked over the bottle of lemon juice. All over my newly-cleaned stove top. Nice.
Lemon is supposed to have natural cleaning properties anyway, right? Surely, the bottled stuff works just as well. ;o)
It's been quite a morning for me, that's for sure. Thankfully, my guys (yes, I mean my honey and my little one) are still sleeping soundly, and I'm almost caught up on my list. :o)
Despite all the craziness homemaking involves, I have to say, I wouldn't trade my place with anyone else (or for anything else) in the world!
I hope your mornings have gone a little more smoothly! Now I'm off to finish that baking!