It all started with getting up early with the farmer. So my darling husband usually gets out of bed with my farmer son at 5 am. I say farmer son because somewhere in our vast farmlands in the USA there is a farmer who has a son who won't get up and out of bed early. And my son, born into a life in the suburbs of Chicago, wants to wake up at 4 am. We keep him in bed until 5 am with the help of the Goodnite Lite, which is an alarm that is attached to a circle which changed from a moon to a sun depending on the time you set. We have him in his crib waiting and playing by himself for an hour. Not that we are sleeping during that 4 to 5 o'clock hour, but at least we are resting in our bed.
So as I was saying, my darling husband usually gets out of bed with my son at 5 am. I rest for a bit longer, then get up, put my makeup on, and get ready for the day. Because once that kid-horse-race starts a-movin' there is not much that slows it down. Today my husband was really sleepy, so when the farmer woke up at 4 am, I rested until 4:30 and then got up, put my makeup on, and got ready for the day. You read me right -- I put makeup on at 4:30 am in order to get a head start on my son. The things that we do to maintain some form of what we used to look like before kids. I used to be quite put together, so in order to not look like a complete disaster -- I get up early to get ready for the day. Once the horse race starts, I never look in a mirror again. Anyway, I got up with my farmer at 5 am.
We had a fine morning playing with trains and what not. At 6:20 am my husband came downstairs with my four month old in arm - lucky me she usually sleeps until about 8:30 am -- wow I am glad she woke up nice and early today. So, I make my husband a breakfast to go sandwich, and he is out the door 5 minutes later. And mommy is at the starting blocks....... she is off and running. I breastfeed my daughter, put her down to play, and make my farmer his breakfast -- all while returning a friend's phone call -- I have a phone operator's head set that allows me to multitask at peak performance.
Once I clean up after my farmer's breakfast, the horse race started to move a bit faster. My daughter was screaming, so I went to her and she had pooped though her cute outfit. I cleaned her up and gave her a bath -- and yes, after that she needed a bath. I put her on a towel on the ground only to notice that my farmer's diaper (my husband was the last one to change him -- the only reason this is important is I didn't want to take the blame for this poorly fasten diaper -- I was way too tired and the day was way too young for me to start blaming myself) was hanging somewhere around his knees. I tacked that pony to the ground and found out that he was soaking wet with pee -- shirt, pants, and socks. Yeah!!! Another twist in the track. I took his clothing off and put a new diaper on him. I then looked around the house for a wet pee spot on the carpet, so I could take care of my home. Luckily, I found nothing -- he only peed on himself. So, I had a naked daughter rolling off her towel on my family room floor and a naked but diapered farmer son sitting in his Little Tike Cozy Coupe in front of the TV. I put the dirty clothing in the wash and glanced at the clock -- it was 7:40 am -- wow that is a lot of action -- I guess this makes up for watching a little Oprah in the afternoon IF they both take a nap at the same time today. And this all started with getting up early with the farmer.