Those Were The Days

Those Were The Days

From 5 am to 6 am. I brew coffee and check my facebook, because sometimes it’s more informative than watching the news, and 99% of the time it’s more hilarious. Coffee involved, Motrin involved, I’m not sitting in jail, no one died last night, hoping for a great day, so far, so good.

6 am to 7 am. I am trying to get Abby to tell me what she wants for breakfast. The cereal looks like dog food according to her so she refuses to eat it. I usually get the “oh gwama I don’t like eggs” um yes she does? And to address the gwama name, even though she has called me mee mee since she could talk (until a month ago), she has now been calling me gwanpa for a week and has changed her name to Susie, but that’s a whole other story. I chug down coffee before it reaches the bottom of the pot, YES WHILE IT’S STILL BREWING, while Abby AKA Susie decides if she wants eggs, pannycakes, or God forbid, fried chicken for breakfast. My coffee is wearing off. I’m not doing so great. Another pot brewing.

Those Were The Days

Those Were The Days

7 am to 8 am. Abby has been fed and is trying to decide what she wants for lunch (already?). I’m trying to clean the kitchen but I’m in desperate need of more coffee, while halfway listening to her ramblings about how starved she is and wondering how long before lunch will be ready, I’m also trying to figure out how the majority of everything I cooked is either on the floor, or in other parts of the house. Coffee is brewing again, my senses are starting to perk back up.

8 am to 9 am. Abby has managed to bring in all of the puppies AND lose them so we are trying desperately to find them before they mistake the carpet for “grass”. Bending, trying to squish 110 pounds (me) and 40 plus pounds (Abby) under the beds that is 150 plus pounds in case anyone didn’t pass basic math, things are starting to turn South. Finally, we round up the puppies and take them out to feed them.

Those Were The Days

Those Were The Days

9 am to 10 am. Abby hyper, mee mee aching, Abby hyper, mee mee aching, Abby hyper, mee mee aching. I take Abby outside and let her run to her heart’s content. I then end up running 2 miles to catch her to make her come indoors. More Motrin, more coffee.

10 am to 11 am. I’m cleaning, sorta, I clean- she un-cleans, she un-cleans- I clean, I clean- she un-cleans…

11:00 am to 12 pm. Dear Lord. Help me. It’s now time to fix another meal. I start drinking 2 cups of coffee at once. AT ONCE!!! I repeat (because I tend to repeat myself), I start drinking 2 cups of coffee at once. AT ONCE!!!

Those Were The Days

Those Were The Days

12 pm to 2 pm. I’m out of my mind.

2 pm to 3 pm. HALLELUJAH thank the good Lord for Curious George (even though from 2:30 to 3:00 I have to explain WHY Abby AKA Susie can’t watch Curious George again). Believe me, she could if it would come on. COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE

3 pm to 4 pm. Sitting on the couch, can’t move. Too tired to hold a coffee cup, trying. Too tired to re-pick up, trying. All logic has left me at this point. Coffee, Motrin, coffee coffee coffee. No wonder I can’t sleep at night.

4 pm to 6 pm. Constantly calling the time convinced my clocks have stopped working, ALL OF THEM…. calling, calling, calling….

At some point, I realize not only has Abby’s mom gotten off from work and has come to reclaim her “angel” I’ve cooked supper and finished the laundry. And I don’t even have to remember doing it. My blood pressure comes down. I start to relax. I start to remember my name. It’s gwanpa right?

6 pm – midnight. I’m doing much better. :). MUCH!
M U C H ! B E T T E R !

7 pm-ish, somewhere in Georgia… I did not get everything accomplished that I hoped to today. But you know what? It’s not the end of the world.

And Abby got a boo boo which really ruined my day. She hit the corner of a window sill, she cried 30 seconds, I cried 3 hours. She forgot about it and took a nap. I didn’t forget about it and took pictures.

Tonight I’m going to cuddle, read a book, watch the tube, and listen to some music. Tomorrow is another day. And it’s also the day I get to rest and relax.

Those Were The Days

Those Were The Days

UPDATE:
Windows sills now have furniture in front of them so Abby can’t bump her little nose again.

I get to sleep in tomorrow, which means I won’t. I only want to sleep in when I can’t…

Seems like just yesterday Abby was 3 and Curious George was all the rage. Now she’s worried about passing her tests to go to the 4th grade and I’m feeling a big loss during my days. I really miss my crazy hectic days.

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  1. This sounds like such an interesting day but one we have all had many times over with any child. The kids grow up so fast right before our eyes. We all miss them good old days. Thanks for sharing your experience.

  2. My Abby just turned 8 and I miss those days of hectic chasing, finding things to do and not having a minute to myself. I really miss the cuddling and loving that came along with the little ages.

  3. She is a beautiful child and all parents love to tend to the needs if their kids but your schedule needs to change. Your health is in jeopardy especially your heart. Dear one!

  4. About Facebook “99% of the time it’s more hilarious:” It sure is, it blows me away some of the stuff you see on there.

    So glad little Abby didn’t get too hurt from the window sill, it always breaks my heart when children cry (even if for only 30 seconds!). BTW – She’s such a cutie!

  5. Aww, what a cutie! I don’t miss those days at all though – my girls are 13 and almost 8, and they both have ADHD, so every day for me is like a day with your Abby, only the older “Abby” has teenaged angst, and the younger “Abby” has a motormouth.

    But it’s fun though – I wouldn’t change it even if I could.

  6. That was a real hectic one and coffee was a great help. Time flies, right? You can relax more now but misses those days :)

  7. Love your post! So much fun to read. Will pray that Abby will grow up to be an intelligent woman full of wisdom. Thanks for sharing.

  8. This brought back many memories. As they say, the days are long but the years are short. Believe me, they fly by.

  9. Sometimes I wonder how I ever survived the years when my kids were little. I think there is a reason why we have kids when we are young! When I babysit other’s children, I wonder where my energy has gone. I hope I’ll find it again by the time I’m a grandma! (I have a few years to go.) I’m glad you look back with fondness — even though it was crazy.

  10. I feel how busy you are, we’re on the same situation it’s been a long day for my kids and a long night for my work, I only sleep for only 2 hours, by the way I love all your photos

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