A day in my life lately, may look like the following...
1:00 am - wake up to the pitter patter, or thumping, of small feet on the stairs (yes, I can hear this while asleep, despite the sound machine cranking in my room...guess I'm in "shallow" sleep, instead of deep sleep). Step into the hallway to find Weston at the bottom of the stairs. I ask, "What's wrong, Weston?" He explains, "Start over" and gives his arm a waving gesture as one might do when saying, "Come in." In response, I say, "ok, ready, go," and sweep my arm in that motion. Instantly he marches up the stairs and back into his room.
3:00 am - repeat of 1:00 am
6:00 am - wake to my bedside alarm, or to the kitchen timer, if I've moved to the couch because of the midnight antics...chanting "time to make the donuts"...a phrase stuck in my head since lovingly shared by one of Weston's teachers. Wake up oldest 2 boys, make coffee, shake boy #2 again and prod to get out of bed, slip into workout gear.
6:20-6:55 am - guess when Weston may wake up, make lunches, organize Weston's materials for school, guess whether boy #1 will be in a decent or foul mood and psycho-analyze/cheerlead until he leaves for school. Remind boy #2 of several things of which maybe 50% will be completed.
7:00 am - wake boy #3, if Weston is still sleeping, approach with caution, open door and try to wake slowly and sweetly and coax to come downstairs. Prepare for battle and wonder whatever happened to the phrase, "peaceful morning."
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