On Tuesdays and Thursdays I take the boys to daycare. Naaman is already at work so it is my responsiblity to get them from home to “school” on time.
I have always said, I hate daycare days because they stress me out more than a day when Naaman is home with the boys or their grandparents are coming to watch them. In those cases, I am able to get up and get ready on my own.
It wouldn’t be so bad if the boys slept in a little bit so I could get ready while they are still asleep. But it doesn’t work that way. Landon and Brigham usually wake up at 6:30 a.m., the same time my alarm goes off, so I have to shower and get ready with them afoot.
I usually turn on a cartoon and they watch from the comfort of our bed while I finish getting ready. But sometimes it won’t keep their attention so they run into the bathroom and begin to destroy the entire room. A hairspray bottle is retrieved and thrown about. The shower door is opened and Brigham climbs in to splash in the leftover water. Clothes are pulled off the hangers in the closet. I have to watch that little hands aren’t burned by my curling iron. See? It’s stressful to have them in there while I try to put on mascara.
All the while, my blood pressure is rising. I am worried that when it comes time to get the boys dressed and brush their teeth – all hell will break loose with an unexpected tantrum. This has happened many times before with Landon. He sometimes just breaks down in the morning. He will fall to the floor bawling, arms flailing and legs kicking. I stand there in a state of utter shock because I have no idea what constituted a full-on tantrum at 7:00 a.m. And the truth is, I don’t think he knows either. Three-years-old? Holy crap, it’s hard.
I will try to pull him up, ask him what’s wrong a million times, but an answer never comes. All I know is it ends up being a 20 minute struggle to get clothes on him and I give up on brushing his teeth because he is so upset that I can’t even get him to stand up. Yes, I have to carry my three-year-old down the stairs and then come back up and get Brigham because by this time, Landon’s tantrum has upset little brother and he’s crying too.
It doesn’t always happen like this. Some mornings are easy breezy. Both my boys are all smiles and listen to their mama and cooperate. But that’s the stressful part. I never know how daycare day is going to go. It’s a toss up.
So I don’t like Tuesday and Thursday very much. But I’ve recently realized that it might be my fault. You see, when I wake up I’m already in work mode. I forget that my number one priority is being a mom to my two sons. Only when I’ve dropped them off at school should I be worrying about getting to work on time. Only then should I be allowed to stress out.
But when I’m home I need to pay more attention to my precious ones in the morning. I seriously can’t remember if I even kissed my kids when they woke up. Did I say “good morning, sunshine!” Did I say “I love you!”
I feel like my behavior is directly related to my boys’ behavior in the morning. They can sense that I am rushed. They can sense that I am stressed. And unfortunately, up until this realization, they can probably sense that they were an inconvenience in my quest to get to work on time. Believe me, it makes me sick just typing that.
So I’m going to make some changes. Although I love my sleep and have a love affair with the snooze button, I am going to start getting up at 6:00 a.m. Hopefully I can finish getting ready before they are up for the day. And then? Then it’s lovey dovey time. They will get tons of smooches when I first lay eyes on them. They will get the morning song that I used to sing in preschool.
Good morning to you!
Good morning to you!
We’re all in our places
with sunshiney faces!
And this is the way
We start a new day!
I will open the curtains and let the light in. I will make sure they see me smiling.
It’s so important. The MOST important job of my day starts before I ever leave my house. It’s to make sure that they know they’re loved. That they are my first priority. Not an inconvenience. This needs to happen before everything else on my to-do list.
I may have to work but there is no excuse for not giving my boys the mama they deserve.