Here is just a little taste of the action we had up in my house this weekend…
Thursday night, the end of my work day came to an end somewhere around 7:00 pm. Mind you, in those blurry few evening hours, I was making dinner, tubbing kids, cutting nails, cleaning ears, and packing lunches- it was non- stop!
Friday morning, bright and early up at 4:00 am with an infant (who is cutting teeth, and has no interest in sleeping a second longer), eyes burning from little sleep, I make my way to the coffee pot. This will be nice, I’ll use these early morning hours to get that two page grocery shopping list in order since I will be making the trip with all three kids!
The store was an adventure in itself. I had my five-year old pushing the food cart so I could feed the baby and keep my middle child in close proximity, while keeping a very detailed, itemized list for the holiday that I was hosting. Then I lugged two carts of food to the car, in and out of the car, into the house, up and down the stairs, baby screaming, one child whining that his legs don’t work, the oldest son has now taken on a hired-hand role in the mess of things.
As I unloaded the groceries, I have the baby in the highchair eating anything small enough to throw at him until I can finish unpacking loads of food! One son vacuuming, and the other crying that his legs don’t work.
Groceries away, mopping done, now is nap time for baby, one child helping to get needed items (like the phone and the nook to keep them busy while I will my infant to take his long overdue nap), and the other child crying that his legs don’t work.
I failed to mention that while all this is going on, we had carpenters rebuilding our front side deck, so the noise and distractions are flaring! So is my patience! The evening remained very constant to the day’s patterns. EPIC FAILS and OVER TIRED CHILDREN!
Saturday morning again started at 4:00 am, coffee with the early birds and info commercials- hey, well, at least I found time to order that T25 I’ve been eye balling! Then it’s a hurricane once the children wake up, one child is starving, the baby is ready to go back down for his first morning nap, and one child crying to be carried from his bed because his legs don’t work! Off to hockey- nope! Cancel that! No time to attend! The school’s Easter egg hunt, get to hockey, husband bitching that he had errands to run, and now we needed a new game plan. New plan in place, and out the door I go! Just a quick set up for the first of three egg hunts the weekend has in store. Hunt done, pictures taken, one cranky old wind blown baby, one happy child who won a prize for finding the golden egg, and one child crying he is freezing and needs to go home because his legs don’t work.
Then I spend around 6 hours in the kitchen prepping for Easter dinner, all the while tending, rocking, singing, dancing, doing anything I can to keep the baby busy and happy, one child busy planting acorn trees in my house plants, and yup- one child crying that his can’t eat his lunch because his legs don’t work! One quick drive to Simsbury to deliver my contribution of eggs for the second egg hunt, did I mention that I had to vacuum again, and mop and re-stuff those freaking cheap-ass eggs! Before the evening closes in on showers and final holiday preparations, I still need to stuff more eggs for the third egg hunt, and will my oldest, very excited son to sleep and thank god the other one is passed out from that Benadryl I gave him along with his warm bath to soothe those aching legs!
Morning comes bright and early at 5:30, with the excitement of the Easter Bunny, and the mad rush to open up their baskets and see what they got. Funny thing, my son’s legs work great for this!
It’s a mad rush to get dressed, brush teeth, and hair and head out to the second egg hunt! (Did I mention that I have managed most of these, if not all of these tasks, solo?) I wonder if my husband’s legs hurt him from watching me run around like a crazy women! Egg hunt is a blast, my morning mimosa tastes great, and it’s just what I needed to get myself ready for hosting Easter dinner!
Rush home, vacuum again, quick swiffer, lighting of candles, oven pre-heating, feeding baby, getting water for my oldest son to water his new growing acorn trees in my house plants, and yup- one child crying that he can’t get himself water, cause his legs don’t work!
It was blurry, beautiful and complete madness! It was a non-stop weekend of food, cleaning, crying, and complaining, but in the end it was the “Best Easter Ever” from the child whose legs seem to work again after his thirteenth peanut butter egg!
It was also an amazing Sunday evening watching and snuggling with my children. If they only knew how hard we work to make them happy, to make things feel so good, and share memories with them.
My efforts are non-stop for the people I love!