Ugh

I am almost all packed and ready to go. It took me 4 straight hours last night and another half hour this morning.

At 4:00 a.m.

Yes, I think I am out of my mind too.

Wish me luck and keep your fingers crossed I don't crash the HHR. Oh, and if you could will the boys into sleeping the whole way, that would be awesome.

We are leaving for Colorado as soon as the sun starts to come up. Maybe 6, 6:30ish.

Sorry, no new posts for a week. Waaaa. Ok, I have 1 scheduled for tomorrow. And I will try to hijack Hubb's laptop while he isn't looking if I get a chance.

Nice

Now the dogs have decided 5:30 a.m. is a good time to get up.

Atleast the kids are still asleep.

Another 5:30 a.m. start

I was up at the butt crack of dawn again this morning.

Thanks Bobblehead. Your love for cartoons and the sunrise is really cutting into my beauty sleep. Ummm, did Dad forget to explain Mothers Day? He must have mentioned it to Monk Man because he is still in bed.

Just kidding. I really don't mind getting up with Bobblehead in the morning. It is only half an hour before I normally get up. I would rather get up early than multiple times during the night. Bobblehead has been sleeping through the night (STTN) for months now and I would really miss it if he decided not to do that anymore.

This early morning crap must be payback for the early morning hell I put Nonnie and Spanky through. Nonnie has told me many times about how I would have to see the sunrise. Every. Damn. Morning. No matter how early or late they put me to bed, I was up at sunrise. Sorry Nonnie.

Plus, it is the weekend and the Yankees are playing. I will just nap like I do every weekend.

5:30 A.M. and my routine

Bobblehead has been up at 5:30 a.m. (aka the butt crack of dawn) every single day this week. He seems to think that as soon as the sun comes shining in the window it is time to wake up. Fun.

Want to know the bad part? Bobblehead does not want a bottle. He does not want to bounce. He does not even want me to hold him. He wants to lay on the floor in front of the damn T.V. and watch cartoons.


What do I do while he gets his cartoon fix?

Clean? Nope. That gets saved until Hubbs pisses me off and I angry clean. This happens at least twice during the week and once during the weekend.

Watch cartoons with him? Oh hell no. Those cartoons are the weirdest shit I have ever seen. You couldn't pay me enough to torture myself like that.

I am on the computer of course. I get my morning babycenter and coffee fix.

Then about 7:30, Monk Man is up and we get in the shower. After that, we all get dressed and beautified. Then the boys finally go to Nonnies house and I get to work around 8:30-9:00. By this point, I have already been up and in Mommy Mode for at least 3 hours.

And Hubbs wants to know why I am dead tired and bitchy when I get home and don't want to do anything domestic (cleaning, cooking, grocery shopping, etc). I finally crawl into bed around 9:00 P.M. and start the whole routine over the next morning.
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I am all about my routine. If something disrupts my routine (like Hubbs getting up early or Saturday and Sunday roll around) I am seriously pissed and feel off the whole day. Hubbs told me last night that I am a control freak.

*snort* Yeah, I know. So?