We got off to a veeeerry rough start this morning. Leo came waltzing in my room to let me know (like he always does), "Mom, El wants you."
I noticed it was still dark but the days are getting shorter so that must be it, right? I rolled over, squinted my eyes and struggled to see the clock.
Turns out my clock had the number 5 on it...but the 5 was in the front???? WHAT? What does that even MEAN????
I looked at him confused and said, "Leo, it's still nighttime. You really should go back to bed."
To which he responded, "Uh noooo. Fweetytime all done. I awake. El awake. Momma - you awake?"
"No buddy. No I am not..."
Jason had two really important meetings at work today so after a few minutes of wishing it were all a dream while the kids jumped all over the bed, I decided to just bite the bullet and come downstairs.
The fact that I wasn't so mad at them is truly a testament to motherhood. What makes motherhood so remarkable is the almost automatic and willing self-sacrifice. It's involuntary and instinctual! I didn't have to force myself to be kind of nice (okay - I wasn't like bubbles and sunshine. I was more like groggy and half-grimaces). But I literally couldn't be mean to the little guys! And even in my sleepy stupor, I noticed that I was exactly the opposite as I thought I would be.
Jason slept until 7:30 and then let me take an extremely tired Elena up and we took a 45 minute catnap together. Sometimes you just have to be a little late for work or your pregnant wife will call you every hour pleading for you to stop on the way home and pick up *insert crappy junk food item here*. And even though I didn't take my frustrations out on my children, Jason is well aware that there is a large risk that he will bear the brunt of my crankiness. Smart man!!
I'm not surprised that I love my kids. I knew that was going to happen. But I am often surprised that I like them so much.
Best. Job. Ever.
Edited to add: I just snapped these as direct proof of the 5:30 am wake-up call