Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Early to Rise
I have been gradually re-training myself to wake up very early. This last pregnancy kind of killed that beautiful habit, and it needs to come back. NEEDS TO BADLY.
In a little while, I will have to put my coffee aside and begin assembling lunches and breakfasts for my family. I will pack up an extra lunchbox with dinner for the girls to eat at tonight's basketball game. I'll unload the dishwasher and sweep the living room floor and wipe the surfaces, while I'm at it. I'll get myself ready for the day, and I'll have to look extra cute because it's Tuesday, and maybe I'll explain that more another time.
I'll put aside the outfits that I had laid out for the girls, because I forgot this is Spirit Week and they really should wear their cheerleader uniforms, but it's going to be chilly so I'll need to make sure there is extra time for digging around in their dresser for tights that fit. I'll have to remember to take the scissors upstairs with me, in case Nessie has grown enough that I'll need to snip out the stitches that helped her uniform fit last year. I'll answer a thousand questions about our plans for the day, and then I'll grow exasperated and tell them to enjoy the moment and stop pestering me. I'll make pigtails. They'll run into Piper's room and hurl themselves at her crib, shrieking, "Boo!" and she will laugh that baby belly laugh at the sight of them.
I'll change and dress the baby and remind the big girls to go downstairs and eat breakfast. Which they won't really do until it is time to leave. The big boys will stumble around groggily, bicker with each other over bathroom time, forget various important things, and contrive to be underfoot. Joey will help me buckle all our girls into their car seats, and I'll climb into my minivan with the vague feeling that I have just been spit out by a hurricane. A nice hurricane, but a hurricane nonetheless.
We will sing very loudly all the way to school. Especially if Royals comes on the radio. Or Roar.
I'll get the baby to Kanga's little nursery room, help the girls unpack their backpacks, listen to a rush of vital stories that they forgot about until just now, then hug them tightly before leaving them in the before-school care room.
I'll greet my roving packs of teenagers, while trying to squeeze more prep time out of my last few minutes before class. We will read, and write, and recite, each class.
At lunchtime I will try to eat while simultaneously helping a few who need some one-on-one, and a few who just need to catch up. Joey will eat with me, but he will attract a crowd of basketball players, who will be noisy and funny and distract the kids who are trying to work.
Later I'll teach an art class (and make signs for the game while the kids work on their watercolors), and then I'll have my homeroom class read Pilgrim's Progress. I'll supervise chores and I'll dismiss my homeroom. Somewhere in the course of all of this school day, I will have scolded, consoled, encouraged, and teased quite a few students. And passed out game-day spirit treats for the basketball players, as I have somehow turned into a one-woman booster club.
Then I'll rush to get the big girls and help them change into their dance uniforms. We'll hurry to dance class and they'll ask to go to Starbucks first, and I don't know if I'll say yes or no. We'll get to the studio just in time, either way, and then I'll cuddle Piper and chat with the other moms while we wait.
After that we'll go home for a minute to change back into cheerleading uniforms, feed the baby, and then hurry to the gym for a basketball game. The girls will alternate watching the game and coloring. And bickering over the colors and wondering why we didn't bring more toys. The baby will get passed around from person to person, and do her level best to spit up on each and every one.
When the game is over, the girls will want to play basketball on the court, far longer than I will want to stay. Eventually we'll load them back into the van and I'll hurry to put everyone to bed properly at once, while they are all whiny and overtired. Then I'll want to collapse, but instead will probably have to throw together a late-night meal for the guys when they all get in, and they will be full of stories and complaints and jokes, so I will go to bed far too late. And then Joey and I will lay awake for a while and talk the day over more freely, and then Piper will wake up, so we'll have to go lull her back to sleep. Eventually we'll get to sleep, too.
But for right now the house is quiet and still, my coffee is hot and my robe is cozy. I don't belong to anyone but myself early in the morning, and that alone is worth getting up at five.
Posted by Lucy The Valiant at 7:21 AM