Off To A Rough Start

I'm not a morning person. I never have been, and I don't see that changing anytime soon.

But some mornings? Well, let's just say life conspires against me to make me even grumpier than usual when I wake up.

Case in point: Today.

I didn't sleep well last night. Max was waking up every 2-3 hours. I'm still not sure what his deal was, but whatever was going on sure was keeping me from getting any sleep.

Then, because I was probably in such a light sleeping pattern due to waking up with Max, when Matt got up and started getting ready I woke up too. Usually I sleep blissfully-unaware through Matt getting ready in the morning for work. Or if I should so happen to stir, typically it's easy enough for me to roll over and go back to sleep. However, not this morning. Nope, it took me quite the while to turn my brain off enough to fall back asleep.

Fast forward to 7am. I hear Emmaline come into my room and tell me that she needs a new pair of "uh-wear" which means she's had an accident in her bed, which will require a change of clothes for her and new sheets on her bed.

So I get all that done and get Emmaline back into bed. (Our typical wake-up time in this house is around 8-8:30. Because I had such a crummy night of sleep there was no way I was going to give up that extra hour and a half if I didn't have to!)

But that was not to be. About 7:30, Max woke up. I brought him into bed with me thinking maybe he'd fall back asleep, which sometimes works, but not today. *sigh* He just wanted to play. So rather than wrestling him to keep him from falling off the bed, I decided I would take him into the living room where he could play on the floor while I dozed on the couch. (Let me note here that the living room is VERY baby proofed. There is NOTHING he could get into that he could hurt himself on while I am in a half conscious state.)

And that did work. Max played, I snoozed. I even heard Adrianne and Riley wake up, but both are old (and wizened) enough to know better than to wake me up if I'm not ready! They quietly played (either drawing in a book or on the Mobigo).

But my slumber was once again interrupted when Riley exclaimed, "Mom! Max has a poopy diaper!" I open one eye to look and sure enough, he does and it's made quite the mess down his legs.

So that was that.

In addition to getting too little sleep last night, I got to change a poopy diaper first thing in the morning. Upon changing it, I decided that really I needed to give Max a bath in order to get him really cleaned off. (Max doesn't poop everyday so sometimes when he finally does, he finally DOES if you get my drift.) So double bonus for me!

As I'm giving Max his bath, Riley runs in and alerts me that, "Emmaline has a stinky marker!" (what we call Sharpies around here) Only I'm in the middle of giving Max his bath so I can't just leave him to go take the marker from Emmaline. Fortunately Riley LOVES acting like the boss, so she had no problem marching into the kitchen and taking the marker away from Emmaline, who then came into the bathroom crying that, "Riley not sharing." And since Emmaline was right there, I decided that she could probably use a bath too since she had wet the bed in the night. I saw it as a two-for-one type opportunity.

So within the first hour of waking up I had already given two baths and changed a poopy diaper.

We're off to a LOVELY start around here.