a {typical} day in the life...

12:01am....ideally, I'm in the middle of a fabulous dream (Fiji, my man, no distractions, coconuts...) but this isn't always the case. Olivia could be up or I could just be sleepless...staring hopelessly at a television screen with the most boring show I can find hoping it will put me to sleep. 3:46am...Olive begins screaming (she doesn't cry, she screams) as per usual. I stumble down the hall, eyes half opened, yawning, snatch her take her to snuggle and nurse in my bed and try to stay awake.

4:00am..I carefully transfer the Olive back to her bed. you must do so just right or risk repeating the previous 14 mins. all over again. transfer is usually successful 9 out of 10 times, save for when my shirt gets caught between the crib rail and baby chub and I practically fall into the crib with her. :/

6:36am...hello, Olivia. this time, she's in my bed for good.

7:28am...."yea!!!" (*crash*) "we're going to DESTROY you!!" (*boom, crash, boom*) "come on, carter! jump off of the tall tower with me!" (*boom, boom, boom, crash, boom, splat,etc*)

7:32am...(*knock, knock*) "aveys" (*knock, knock*) "aveys" says the little princess as she is awakened by the superhero, Lego building, universe saving brothers two doors down.

7:33-7:50am...Olivia wakes and Mike and I play with her in our bed. I love this time. mike and Olivia are so sweet and hilarious together.

7:50am...diaper, dress Olivia. pull myself together, stare at my clothes (most of them I just tolerate) and choose a no-brainer dress and skip the accessories. if I do opt for accessories, it's a sign I may end up out at somewhere other than Super Target that day.

8:02am...say good morning boys, tell them to clean up the crime scene, get dressed and brush their teeth.

8:04am..open princess Avery's door and observe possible toy/clothing explosion. encourage her to help clean up with me. then it's another diaper change and she chooses what "fess"(dress to wear). She has also now insisted on what hairbow(s) and shoes she needs to match the ensemble. And just this week, she's graduated to choosing what her "sissy" shall wear too.

8:09am...Carter usually pops in the girls' room at this point to a)voice a concern b)voice a concern on Hunters behalf c)ask me if its time to go downstairs yet d)ask me to button something or e)to ask if he can play "little Legos". During this brief visit, I almost always go tell him to change his clothes. He usually comes out wearing the wrong season of clothes, something he pulled out of the hamper that has a visible amount of dirt on it, or something way too big or small.

8:15am...I remotivate Carter to either redress or clean up.

8:16am...I hold Olivia while slowly guiding Avery down the stairs. It used to be a double hold, but now she insists on walking down with help, so I happily oblige.

8:17am...still descending the stairs.

8:18am...we make it to the first floor

8:19am...Avery reminds me it's breakfast time almost 14 times before I hand her a cup of milk. I usually give both girls half of a banana each. This serves two purposes: 1)to keep them pacified while I make the real breakfast and 2)so I can put Olivia down to actually make breakfast.

......meanwhile......(*boom, yell, crash*) "yeaaaaaaa!!!!! My turn now!!" (*boom, boom, boom, crash, giggle*)

8:26am...pouring drinks, setting plates, trying to make my coffee....just scrambling pretty much at this point....the bananas have been consumed 2 minutes ago.

****sometimes, Mike beats me downstairs and has the entire breakfast ready, coffee too, and has "opened up" the house as he calls it. He's my favorite, for sure.

8:30am...boys come down because they smell food....[naturally].

***Mike leaves for work (if he hasn't done so already) and loves going around the table and kissing the kids sweet faces and saying I love you. I'm always last and get the best goodbyes;)

8:35am..breakfast is over unless there's sausage. Sausage is what keeps breakfast going for another 20 mins. If they ate it all, then they want more...sometimes they don't so I don't always make two boxes....but usually they do. So I make more and carter pretty much eats a whole box by himself cause he's the sausage man and pretty proud of it.

9:00am...school begins."Avery:mission sabotage" begins.

9:01am-11:00am...we do Bible, History, Science, Art, Geography, Poetry, Math, and Phonics with many appearances by Avery: The Pencil Thief, Avery: The Paper Snatcher, Avery: The Loudest, and Avery: The Mess. Pretty much she's an educational Grinch. Add Olivia's tired meltdown to the mix and I begin to question everything. Olivia also goes down for nap at 10 on the dot. You never know what you're gonna get....it could be no nap, some nap, or amazing/happy mama nap. It's never the same and it's usually somewhere in the middle.

11:15am...we do math outside, have a snack, play....usually in the sand or dirt but we play.

11:30am...the girls and I head inside to make lunch. Sometimes we eat outside, sometimes not...and Avery always asks to watch "Seeya....Seeya First, yes? Please? yes, I do." at this point and when she asks like that, I can't say no to that little face.

11:40am...lunch. Sweep the floors....

12pm...I'm so tired, I can't remember what we do at 12pm....but they're still awake at this point, alive, and still being awesome.

1pm...nap time/quiet time...I say "everyone upstairs" and I make the climb with Olivia in tow following Miss Avery at snails pace. Sometimes it takes a minute, sometimes up to 3-4 minutes....and it also takes a cup or two of my patience to endure this last stretch of the race before the nap time finish line. Oh, where are the boys you ask? They passed us by a long time ago....they always win. Every time.

1:05pm...change diapers, put Avery down first (this is key. You must always make this choice) and advise whichever boy you prefer today that he will be reading first. Put Olivia down. (We'll just keep it at that....if only it were that simple.)

1:20-2:00pm...read to boys from a chapter book. Also each boy reads to me. Hunters time is lovely, relaxing, and productive. Carter's time is silly, sloppy, and fun.

i don't care too much what happens between after reading and the end of quiet time as long as its QUIET. Mostly for my sanity because I have to have 30 mins of complete nothingness or I die a slow death until bedtime.

4:00pm...quiet time is over. The making of supper begins.



7:30pm...bedtime girls.

8:15pm...bedtime boys. (We pray with them, read the bible...and they always listen to some adventures in odyssey story on their stereo.)

8:16pm...breath. Sigh. Count my blessings. Love my husband time.(if he's home....which hopefully he is.)

add to this nursing a baby probably 12 times in 24 hrs, plus having the baby wake up up to 5 times a night, countless sweeping of the floors, wiping up spills, laundry, dishes, straightening up, any errands, Monday laundry day, Tuesday science class, Wednesday Awana, Thursday art or gymnastics, Friday Lego class, Saturday soccer and any play dates or fields trips we have on any given day of the week and that's our life. And that was a long post...and now I'm really exhausted. <3