School is back in full swing which means I am getting up before the sun every morning.
I do not like getting up early.
I love the benefits of getting up early. But actually doing it? I despise it. I’m pretty much the meanest person on earth for at least fifiteen minutes after waking. I guess it’s a good thing I’m the first one up in our house. By the time I rouse the kids, I’ve wriggled out of my snit and am ready to annoy them awake with overwhelming cheerfulness, tickles and made-up songs.
With Phoebe’s arrival looming, I’m beginning to realize that I’m going to have to be one of those wake-up-at-4 a.m. moms. Well, that is if I want to do things like keep My OH! Momma running, this blog, exercise, bathe…you know, the luxurious stuff.
Just typing that makes me crave caffeine.
I am hopeful, however, that I will survive. Though I’m bursting with child and suffering a severe case of pregnancy-induced narcolepsy, I’ve mananged to navigate the start of school with an acceptable degree of success. I’ve stuck to my pledge to pack healthier lunches with more variety for Julia. (I found that it helps to just pack the same lunch for Lucy each day. I save time and Lucy loves knowing she’s eating lunch just like Julia is at school. She can pretty much grab it from the fridge and feed herself when it’s time to eat!) I’ve also started using a work chart for Julia. I tweaked one I found at LisaWhelchel’s website and it has been a tremendous help.
Julia actually enjoys using it and I figure it’ll really come in handy when I go off to have Phoebe. It makes me feel confident that even the little stuff won’t fall through the cracks. The chart tells everyone what Julia needs to do and she’s already had a few weeks of practice with it. The best part is, she’s really taken responsibility for her tasks. I don’t have to hound her to do her homework or practice piano or get dressed for ballet. She’s started doing it herself and it’s made my life so much easier.
I’ll admit, however, I’m feeling a little anxious. I’m going to have three children. THREE. I only have two hands, two eyes, and 24 hours in a day. I don’t want to let them down. I’m so worried that I will.