Thursday, March 18, 2010

Morning Hysteria

Attempting to eat breakfast while simultaneously keeping Aven's hands out of my cereal bowl and trying to entertain her.

Some mornings are easier than others. The ones I prefer go like this: I wake up at 5:20, get ready, and eat breakfast all while Aven stays in dreamland. I wake Aven up around 6:15, dress her, and nurse her and then head off to daycare/ work.

Mornings that don't go so smoothly start with Aven waking up wanting to nurse at 5 a.m. and then not going back to sleep (isn't it time to play, Mom?). Everything usually goes okay until Ian leaves for work at 6:10 (forty minutes before I leave). Forty minutes can be a long and difficult journey with a baby who woke up too early and is growing fussier by the minute. She doesn't want to play in her jumper, eat a cookie, or be put on the floor with toys so I am forced to improvise. While I try to get a few bites of breakfast I set her on the table and put on i-tunes visualizer which captivates her for about 2 minutes before she starts complaining again. I put on her favorite song (Viva La Gloria by Green Day) and sing along while I try to get my lunch packed, shoes on, and all the stuff I take with me every day ready to go. And trust me when I say that I get everything ready, that I possibly can, before going to bed each night. It often feels like I am doing some sort of hysterical, ridiculous dance (similar to the one Elaine did on Seinfeld) that I just can't quite get control of.

I understand that millions of people go through something similar every day, but it is definitely not for the faint of heart. I maintain that being a mother is an extreme sport.

1 comment:

  1. I think you hit it perfectly. Being a mom is definitely an extreme sport!