Typical Morning
I wear many different hats, no, not a fedora or a fancy Easter bonnet but many different roles that I full fill on a daily basis. I suppose everyone has many different hats. Some days they are easy to juggle and other days they just aren't.
On a typical day during the school week, my day starts with me being Mom. When my alarm goes off, I wake up my two oldest children and because they are older I try to let them get ready for the day without my assistance. Some days that is easier said than done, who am I kidding every day that is easier said than done.
Let's digress,I have three children. I have a 16 year old son who has Asperger's, ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder), Sensory Integration Dysfunction Disorder and Non-Verbal Learning Disorder. I have a 15 year old daughter who is normal (boy do I hate that word) but is going through the regular vigor's of teenage life. Then there is the 13 year old who is also normal (there is that awful word again) but is just starting to go through the teenage drama. Oh, did I say I have three children, well technically I did give birth to three children but sometimes I would consider my husband my fourth child (and I am sure he would do the same with some of the things I do). We have been married for 22 years. We can address that at a later time, let's get back to my typical day!
Okay, so I am getting up the older two at 5:50 a.m. I go flop back in my bed knowing full well that the boy (yes, we call him the boy quite frequently, I suppose some may say that is odd considering that he does have a name, but it is what it is) is going to roll over and lay there for another 10-15 minutes listening to the radio instead of getting up. I purposely wake them up 10 minutes early so he can have some slow rise time but he definitely takes it to the extreme! So I lay there, knowing I am going to be throwing off the covers and stomping down the hall to get him up, mind you my husband is snoring next to me usually oblivious to what is about to happen. So I am eyeing the clock watching the minutes tick by when the middle child comes into my bathroom to use the facilities. Now I digress again here to explain the bathroom situation in my house.
We own a four bedroom, 2 full and one half bathroom house. When the children were little they all got the luxury of swimming (yes, they bathed too) in our large bath tub. It was easier to keep everything in one bathroom, especially when my husband worked long hours (which was 5 days out of 5 and then some). The girls seem to think that my bathroom is their domain. I have encouraged them to use the main bathroom after all it is down the hall and closer to their prospective bedrooms but they won't. They refuse because the boy uses it and he is a slob. I can't argue with that but I tell them if they used it more frequently (took it over like they did mine) than it would be clean because they would be maintaining it like they do mine! Wasted breathe! Hence while the middle child is now entering my bathroom at 5:55 am on a school morning to get ready for the day.
Upon the arrival of the middle child, I throw the covers off and get up to get the boy out of his bed. I proceed to the foot of his bed where I yank the covers off and tell him to "Get up now"! Back to bed I go I don't know why I bother because I will be getting up again within the next 10 minutes to tell him to get out of the shower or he will stay in there for a half hour, perhaps longer. Now I have no qualms about taking a long shower, it can be relaxing even reviving, however I see the water bill and quite frankly I would like to go out to dinner than spend money on a hour long shower!
Now at this point, I have gotten the boy out of his shower, told him specifically what to do (you see if I don't I will most likely get the phone call that he forgot something and could I bring it to him): get dressed, pick up your clothes off of the bathroom floor, close the shower curtain, hang up your towel and come downstairs for breakfast. Which is where I am headed to make it. Breakfast in my house is a novel idea, it never used to be. I don't know if any of you have teenagers, I am sure some of you do, and of course I was one myself but I don't recall never not eating breakfast. I also don't recall my Mom every making me breakfast or lunch in High School or Middle School, or snacks for after school.
