Writer's Workshop~A day in my life....~

Many thanks to Mama Kat for this weeks prompts


It's 3am, the baby is crying again, the dog is barking and my new neighboors are just getting home. I roll over, hoping that my husband is starting to stir, begging him silently to please get up with Noah. As he continues to sleep peacfully, I stomp out of the room, plotting his demise.

Is this my life? How did I get here? I wonder as I feed Noah, rock him back to sleep and settle back into bed.

My eyes drift close, I snuggle down into my soft pillow, "ahhh...sleep at..." The beeping of the alarm clock startles me...is it 530 already? It took me 2 hours to get Noah fed, changed and back to sleep. And now it is time for my blissfully unaware husband to go to work. He gets to escape from Romper Room for the day, and behave like an adult. He gets to have adult converstations, while I, no doubtly, will listen to my children recite Spongebob or TMNT word for word. He will get to enjoy a day of no diapers, while I, judging from the smell coming from the little person nearby, will again find myself up to my ears in dirty, stinky, diapers.

"bye, see you at lunch" he says as he walks out the door. I don't say anything. More then likely because I am again changing Noah or feeding him. After he leaves I turn on Good Morning America, and hope for a few moments peace....

The peace is shattered by the sound of WWIII coming from the floor below me. The boys are up. Judging from the shrieking, their sister is too. I hurry downstairs,because my daughter has a tendancy to strip naked if not attended to in a timely manner...

"Crap"..literally Crap. She removed her diaper and of course now there is poop everywhere, not the way I wanted to start my day and it is not even 730am.

My day continues on pretty much the same course. Nap time offers no reprieve from the demands of my employers. My oldest is telling me again, how unfair I am, and how he hates me. You know what, I really dont care. Life isnt fair I tell him as he stomps back down stairs.

About this time, my husband comes home for lunch and the demons that were my children somehow transform into respectable little people. Casting sly looks in my direction that seem to say "neener neener neener..." the baby, who was just crying loudly a moment ago, is now sitting contentedly in his chair. "Traitors"...I mutter.

Bedtime cannot come soon enough, and at 6pm I banish the 3 oldest to the nether regions of the house with strict orders to not come upstairs!

Ahh the baby is sleeping, time for me to shower...am I still in my Pj's? I dont even remember if I brushed my hair that morning.

I turn on the hot water, anticipating a nice hot relaxing shower....

"mom..."

My oldest needs a drink

"Mommy I yucky" my other son needs a diaper change

And not to be outdone my baby screams loudly from his chair

Time to eat.

As I sink wearily into bed and again glance at my husband sleeping peacfully, I pray that today was just an "off day" but know too well that I will have to do it all again tomorrow.

As the baby starts to stir, the dog starts to bark and the neighboors leave for the night...

I sigh.

Is this my life?

Yes it is....

and I wouldn't have it any other way