The "Good Morning" That Wasn't

My alarm goes off at 5:20am on a regular day. Yesterday I decided to not get up until 5:45am. I knew better.

I woke up at 5:30am to A4 talking in her bed. Fabulous! My little baby usually doesn't wake up until close to 8. I was getting Mr. Smash out the door and spilled coconut oil. Crap is expensive! But, trying to stay positive i moisturize my entire body and put a smile on my face because it was an opportunity to clean a spot on the counter and floor that normally gets the shaft.

Moving forward. A1 and A2 cheerfully wake up and get ready for morning chores. A3 wakes up crying and soaked from head to toe with pee. That lovely smell prompts me to wash a load of sheets. (Been 2 months, probably time to do it anyway). Into the shower she goes while I finally get A4 out of her crib. We all head out to take care of farmer business. I set A4 in the compost pile since I know she'll be happy there... just kidding, I didn't do that ;) But she did decide she wanted to take up permanent residence on my hip. Fun times mucking stalls with a 25lb leech on ya.

Back inside to wash hands and make that 2nd cup of coffee. Ah! Love some coffee. Preparing a fun morning of baking with the crew. Find out A4 had plans to eat dog food instead. We get it from Wells Brothers,so I know it's much healthier than what's on America's dinner table. A3 chooses to draw pictures on the bathroom counter in toothpaste. Art class. A2 can't decide what to wear. Logic.

Mommy gets stuff back in order and herds everyone to the kitchen for cooking fun. I take a big gulp of my now luke warm coffee and get surprised by a fly. In my mouth. And when it go to spit it out it sticks to my tongue. After i squirt hand sanitizer in my mouth I stare at my almost full cup of coffee. I don't want to pour it out. But I do. And tears filled my eyes.

I should go back to bed and reset my alarm and start the day over. BUT I CAN'T. It's totally not feasible.

I complain! Why? Because I had a plan for the day. This plan is not happening. I'm trying to make it work. We have a routine! A schedule! Kids thrive on routine. I thrive on routine! And that's why we homeschool. So we can have a schedule. Wait, no. That's not why we homeschool. The cool thing about homeschool is we are flexible. We can make a last minute trip to the library or to go see Mr. Smash at work. We can go for a nature walk or spend the day in PJ's in front of the t.v. (educational shows of course).

So, why am I complaining? I'm a planning, scheduling, like to know what's gonna happen kind of gal. I come by it honestly. My mom and I planned my last c-section. We also had a plan B and plan C if the said plan A didn't work. I need to have a plan when my plans don't work, and this day totally caught me off guard.

 So I take a deep breath and put my big girl panties on and figure out a way to get this day in check. A4 takes an early nap so we take art and all it's messy glory outside. Did it turn out to be a good day? We had great moments. A4 and A3 still had their toddler/3 yr old fits. A4 still complained about table work. A3 continued to doddle while doing chores. But the Lord has been working on scaling back my Type-A perfectionist attitude, and this morning was one such day. I'm still a work in progress.


I know He'll have some words to say to me when I get home though. My murder instinct that goes into effect when I see these hideous flies is probably not healthy.