All before 8AM

Ella was up 5 times last night.

Cameron was told 4 times to put on his green shirt, that I washed and dried just so he could wear it for St. Patrick’s Day…”Oh, I forgot.” he said, reciting his favorite phrase of late. Forgot the bright green shirt that was literally in his face on the arm of the couch, directly in his view of the TV? Just like he forgot to put his socks on when I sent him upstairs to do only that. Just like he forgot his bag of winter outwear for school….literally 5 seconds after I told him to bring it in the car. Tired of his forgetting, I just stopped reminding him…so he’s wearing red today.

Max started screaming from the moment he woke up this morning, and didn’t seem to want to stop. I stand corrected, he wasn’t crying when he brought his cereal over to Ella in her swing and put Fruit Loops in her mouth. And he was quite amused with himself when he dumped out his cereal all over the floor…twice. And when sitting in his timeout area, he discovered that he could pull up the floor vent and put things down the hole. No, he wasn’t crying then. But the rest of the morning he was. He cried because he didn’t want me to take off his pajamas, (but I did manage to get a sorta-green sweater on him) cried because I couldn’t hold him and change Ella’s diaper at the same time, cried because he wanted more than one vitamin.

Hearing all the commotion and frustration, my husband tiptoes down the stairs as I’m rushing the kids out the door.

“Do you need a break?” he asks.

As a matter of fact, a nice little break, on a secluded Caribbean beach sounds wonderful. So when do I leave?