No coffee at time of events, but blessedly, today I have had a delicious Smoked Butterscotch Latte from the Starbucks drive through. :)
Today is Bible study.
That means I am awake and ready to receive friends into my home by 9:00a.m.
The following occurred, sans coffee.
Awakened by husband when he gets out of shower.
Wakened again by husband giving goodbye kiss before leaving for work.
Wake up 20 minutes later from a WEIRD dream.
Wake up 20 MORE minutes later, realize have got to get moving!
Old body rises; semi-quick shower and dress.
Open the door to the bedroom.
The animals converge like a pack of, well, wild animals.
Look around the kitchen, not even certain where to start first.
Deep breath.
Clorox wipe the table top from cats sitting on it (naughty things) overnight.
Enter hallway bathroom to check toilet paper status.
See sink full of wet and drying Barbie assundries.
Curse the stupid cats that decided to use the Barbie box instead of the litter box yesterday.
Gather Barbie goods into alternate, non-sink, container.
Wonder briefly if daughter should play with Barbies at all.
Self image and all that mess.
Nah, she'll be fine.
Mama doesn't have a Barbie body; daughter knows where to find value.
Whisk Barbies to other location.
Re-rinse out sink.
Wipe bathroom mirror spots off and hang hand towel back up.
Bathroom: done.
Look at kitchen floor in dismay.
So many little bits and things all over.
Too many four-legged animals for floor to stay clean for longer than 5 minutes at a time.
Decide if friends want to judge for dirty floor, they probably wouldn't be friends that keep coming back, and dismiss the thought of sweeping altogether.
Floor: done.
Look at pile of dishes.
Sigh.
Flip on Scentsy warmer, praying it has time for the floral scent to mask the Italian dressing smell coming from the sink.
Dishes today, definitely.
Must put on the list.
Turn around, completely forget.
Remember have two children.
Breakfast has to be made.
Wonder what to fix.
Oatmeal wins.
Better put fruit with it.
Wash an apple.
Notice little flecks of wax on apple.
Try to wipe off wax with towel while drying apple.
Wonder briefly how much fruit wax my children have consumed over the course of their lifetime.
Decide if they aren't dead yet, it's not worth paying $2 extra for organic apples.
Dice apple, promptly forget all about apple wax when go searching for brown sugar.
Find sugar.
Feel counter top.
How many times will children leave it crumby and sticky?!
Get Clorox wipes back out.
Wipe counter: done.
Mix oatmeal.
Microwave it.
Fix children's coffees.
(Don't say a word! Coffee helps here; the end.)
Set breakfast out on bar for kids.
Healthy meal: done.
Call them down.
Wonder if we will ever get on a scheduled morning time frame.
Not likely.
Trip over cats underfoot.
Love them. Hate them. Oye.
Decide to fix toast for friend who NEVER remembers to feed herself in the mornings.
Search for cinnamon/sugar jar.
Spices fall on head from cupboard.
Ouch.
Wonder where the 'special' coffee blend got hidden. (Away from self-sustaining coffee-making children's hands.)
Remember.
Pat self on the back for even remembering!
Make full pot of mocha coffee to share with friend.
Call children down AGAIN.
Will they ever listen?
Wonder briefly at failures in parenting.
Stress for approximately 20 seconds, breathe a "Jesus, help" prayer.
Turn to toast. Find plates, mugs, napkins.
Hear kid on the stairs.
Mentally steel self for morning jumble of words spewing from son's mouth.
Constant talking.
Wonder briefly if things will ever improve socially for him.
Let dog outside to potty.
Stress over Autism for 10 seconds.
Let it go.
Cut toast into triangles, and make it look pretty.
Snack for friend: done.
Let dog back inside.
Choose loving words when daughter walks downstairs ready to cry.
What?!
Just woke up!
Earth shattering, cry-worthy events between getting dressed and walking downstairs?
Wonder what teen years will be like.
Lord, need all the wine.
Turn this water...
Give hug, shrug at long hair bush/tangle/mess on daughter's head, and sit her down to eat.
Hear someone at back door.
Glance around one last time.
Deep breath.
Prep: done.
Friends spill in the door.
Dog barks, and study has begun.
Thankful for it all!
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