Thursday morning
23 mo. old boy: Awake at 6:15, sweet until mama says “no cheetos,” temper tantrum, hitting the mama, no apology, throwing penguin pillow pets, throwing chairs, Yo Gabba music on, says sorry to mama, eats toast, dances.
4 yr. old boy: Awake at 6:15, wants to play on computer or watch a dvd or play in the rain or watch Fresh Beat Band, lots of words for a sleepy mama, wants toast and yogurt and pudding and milk and “pool-aid” and cheetos and…, Yo Gabba music on, Justin Bieber music on, says “YES!” and dances.
98 year old dog: Messy grossness left for mama, check. Sleeping on landing where everyone has to carefully climb over him. check.
9 year old girl: Awake at 7:30, wearing soccer t-shirt, soccer shorts, and zebra knee socks along with a pink & green camouflage ball cap, needs lunch money and present for departing student teacher, excited about nachos beef & cheese for school lunch (“it’s not-yo beef and cheese, mama!”).
11 year old girl: Awake at 7:30, wearing tank top with sheer sweater belted under the chest and short-ish skirt showing a lot of leg with ballet flats on this rainy morning(“I won’t be cold, mama. I’ll be fine!”), needs packed lunch, happy for salami roll-ups, preceeded down the stairs by a thick cloud of fragrance that permeates mama’s nostrils for hours to come.
5 year old boy, * old dad: sleeping.
38 year old mama: curled up under cozy blanket, sitting on couch on front porch, perfectly manicured fingernails holding steaming cup of sweet coffee, hair gently mussed but still presentable, good book in hand, tray of pastries within arm’s reach, daydreaming peacefully…
Right.
Thankful for this day, regardless. Happy Thursday.