Obviously, we all know me. I'm originally from small-town Ohio, but I've lived all over, which is a post for another day... I have been married to my husband Tim since October 2008. He is a chef and the main reason for all of this incessant moving. We have two girls. Our honeymoon baby Lillian just turned three, and "baby sister" Tristan is pushing four months. For the sake of convenience, we will call them Lils and Too (Tristan's initials), respectively.
So, let us begin. As I mentioned yesterday, we've been hulled up in a hotel for the last week and a half. This is mainly because we have a house in Lexington that we are trying to rent/sell before we make the permanent move to glorious Franklin. Either way, the movers are coming next week, and we should be in our new home-sweet-home by the end of next week. Until then, we are captives, I mean guests of this hotel. As such, we have fallen into a rather stringent routine since there is only so much to do and see in a town of about 8,500.
Tim's alarm goes off around 4:30 or 5:00. Naturally this wakes me up as well. When you live in such a confined space this also usually wakes up one or both formerly sleeping darlings. Typically it is the baby who rouses during these early hours. And it's usually around the time that I have just drifted back into sleep. I get up, trip over some furniture and a pair of shoes, and usually slam into the closet door that has been left ajar before finally making it to the baby's crib. After feeding her, I get to play a delightful little game called "Opossum" or "I Was Just Joking." The rules are fairly simple and slanted heavily in Too's favor. She pretends to fall asleep while eating her bottle, at which point I think it's safe to place her back in her crib. FALSE. She wasn't really asleep, whereupon I pick her back up, rock her, and begin the process again. Usually after about three or four rounds of this charade, she does actually fall back asleep, and I drowsily crawl back into the bed in time to be reawakened by the slamming of the hotel door as Tim leaves for work. Good morning to you too.
We usually wake up for good between 7:00-8:00 a.m. The actual rise time depends on a variety of factors, namely how long both children delayed falling asleep the night prior, but we will get to that. I'd love to say that the sweet coo of Too's voice is what entices me out of my bed, but it's not. I wake every morning to her ear-piercing screams. And so does the rest of the second floor. (You're welcome.) Given that she is the only one in the family who got a snack in between dinner and breakfast, I can't figure how or why she wakes up so angry. Maybe it's because she has red hair. I don't know.
Some time between 8:00 and 9:00 a.m., I work at making myself look semi-presentable for breakfast. It's not difficult considering I look really breathtaking straight out of bed. And if by breathtaking I mean that sudden breath you take, like when you see a really ugly baby or something, that gets stuck in your throat and makes you choke? Yeah. That kind. I make what I can out of my bloodshot eyes and try really hard not to look like that mother that obviously got no sleep. I change my clothes and make an effort to not flash the people in the Mexican restaurant that is immediately outside our window. But if I do, so be it. No one should be eating Mexican food at 8:00 a.m. anyway.
Evidently he did not love the early-morning peep show.
Breakfast itself is always a treat. I'm usually the only guest who hasn't showered and been up by choice for the last four hours. Coffee is essential. I don't mess around and go straight for the robust blend that just about takes the edge off. Lils usually makes a point of touching every offering on the buffet table and eating none of it, thus dissuading the other guests from eating anything beyond what is already on their plates. Really we are just doing our part to facilitate their weight-loss journey.
By about 9:00 or 10:00 we are back to the room for what is probably my least favorite part of the entire day: PBS kids television. Shows I hate: Sesame Street, Sid the Science Kid, Word World, Barney, Clifford. Shows that are on during Lils daily allotment of TV time: Sesame Street, Sid the Science Kid, Word World, Barney, Clifford. What joy is mine. Too typically spends this time doing one of two things: A) sleeping because she refused to do so during socially acceptable sleeping times, or B) screaming because she knows I'm wanting desperately to shower.
And then before we know it, half of the day has escaped us...
Tomorrow reveals part two, where we eat two hospital meals and play on the playground in the parking lot of the Mexican restaurant that I may or may not have flashed just a few hours earlier.
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