Sitting down to write this blog take #3.

Why is it almost 10 a.m. EST and I am just getting to write? Well, that’s not the question you want to ask. I’ve been unwilling awake since 7 a.m. I fed BBB some oatmeal, took my vitamin (I take a liquid vitamin called VIBE. I hate to sound commercial, but people ask how I do it and I attribute not being exhausted by 2 p.m. to taking this vitamin), drank half of a bottled water and begged the baby to go back to sleep. While he was wating his oatmeal, my mom was awake so I tiptoed in the office to post this entry. It started out being about parenting my pre-teen and how we openly talk about sex, music, friends and such and how different I am from my mother (I think you guys get that by now). Unfortunately, by the time, I had a brief devotion (I hate giving God my left-overs, but I haven’t been able to get up by 6 a.m. like I do at home and pray/study/listen. I ask for His forgiveness.) and typed my first sentences, I hear Pie coming down the hall asking for oatmeal. “Mommy, can I have some oatmeal?” “As soon as Mommy’s done writing, honey.” “Ok.” Well, that doesn’t last for long because she immediately goes to Nanny (that’s what they call my mom) and says “Nanny, I’m hungry and Mommy’s working. Can you please fix my oatmeal?” “Your mother is what?” I knew before I hit the enter key on the first paragraph that I need to get the girl some oatmeal or I would never hear the last of it from my mom. Blog attempt take #1 gone south.

Once Pie is fed, BBB is calm watching TV, the coast seems clear to make another go at it. Of course, once I read over what I had, I didn’t think that it was my natural voice (maybe because I felt rushed) so I pulled out my blog backlog (tons of ideas..tons of material…not enough time to write it all) and started to write about the inaccurate assumptions that people make about me when they see me with 5 kids. Now I figure this will be some good stuff. “Mommy, the baby stinks and I think it’s coming out of his diaper.” Before I ask a stupid question like ‘Why do you think that?,’ I run to the high chair and grab him before the mess is…uh, a mess. Blog attempt take #2. Gone.

Once I grab the little baby, get him to the diaper changing area, I’m thankful for one thing…I hadn’t showered or changed out of my pajamas yet. Yeah, that’s right, people. Poop all over the pajamas. The other kids are assisting me with Diaper Surgery (that’s what we call it when you need 2 or more people to get the situation under control) and I’m thinking…why write about something else? Write about the question that everyone, no matter the age, race, religion, asks me–How do you do it? Here’s the answer: No routine and low expectations!

After I changed clothes (notice I didn’t say shower yet…low expectations, you see…real low), put BBB in the play pen, sent 3 of the kids outside to ride their bikes while Poppy (name for my dad) cut the lawn, I sat down to write this very entry, which would be completed after 2 other tries, but wait…have you been counting the kids? Only 4 have been settled. Blog attempt #3 went south when my oldest daughter, who sleeps later than everyone else, decides that she doesn’t want oatmeal because “it’s cold and lumpy and their butter doesn’t taste right.” “Mommy, since you’re writing. Can I ask Nanny to make me some grits, eggs, and bacon? I’m hungry.” We went through this before. See when Blog attempt #1 went south. Yep, this didn’t get completed until attempt #4. Maybe now I can shower, watch my face and brush my teeth…I have maybe 15 minutes because once Sponge Bob is over, BBB is gonna start rocking the play pen until he either tears it up or rocks it over.

Do you have a daily routine? How well do you deal with changes in your routine? Do you have one thing that you are committed to doing every day no matter how much your routine is thrown off? What is that ‘one thing’? Share with us your crazy days!

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