By Christine Suhan
One day last month…
5:37 a.m.
It’s early. The sun has yet to rise. It’s dark. My house is quiet.
I soak up the silence.
The bed is warm. The sheets are soft. My pillow is plush. I feel alive. I feel serene. I feel ready to greet the day.
6:30 a.m.
Oh no, I must have dozed off, kids are going to be up soon. I really need to get up. But the bed is so comfy. Just five more minutes.
6:49 a.m.
Mommmmmyyyyyyyy! I pooooooped!
Ugh, Austin’s awake already? It’s too early. I’m not ready.
Mooooooommmmmmmmmaaaaaaayyyyyyy!
The screams are getting louder. I take a deep breath and stand up. It’s go time.
The next 12 hours will be the most intense, most frustrating, most exhausting, most emotionally charged hours of your life. Are you ready?
7:15 a.m.
I just got peed on.
7:46 a.m.
Seriously?!? The entire living room carpet is covered in cereal. I JUST vacuumed last night.
8:25 a.m.
I finally get on the elliptical, my haven. This is where I start my day. This is my meditation. Ahh, serenity once again. I am focused. I am centered. I am grounded.
8:27 a.m.
***loud shattering noise followed by screams***
8:28 a.m.
I enter the kitchen. All three kids are standing on the kitchen counter throwing cups onto the floor. One of them was glass.
8:35 a.m.
No more glass on the floor.
9:46 a.m.
My kids are the best. They are playing so nicely together up in the toy room. I love hearing them laugh with each other.
