 The topic of my blog literally hit me this morning. As I woke up to the alarm clock from hell I noticed that my daughter was standing in front of me (enough to scare anyone who is still asleep) and then, the words that every mother has nightmares over…
           “Mommy, I don’t feel so good.”    oh crap! My super human speed wasn’t quick enough because my ears heard what she had said but my brain was obviously still asleep. And that is when it hit me. literally. If you have never had the pleasure of waking up at an unholy hour to get multiple children ready for school, then have something throw off your groove (I worship you) you really haven’t lived. Your mind goes blank and you go into robot mommy mode, This mode helps the mother get puking child into shower, sheets into washing machine, other children out of the room so more wonderful surprises don’t occur and herself into shower because showing up at school with vomit on you is frowned apon- who knew? Once the showers are finished, lunches are packed and spawn are loaded into the car it is the soccer mom from hell, full contact get the kids to school drive-we do this so we can still get them to school on time, Because no amount of puke will make them late( I think it’s an unwritten mom law). As I am driving the oldest children to school breaking most traffic laws the youngest tells me that she is feeling much better now- Im picturing Mary Poppins and I might just break out with a song.
    So the kids made it to school on time (of course) and mini spawn is now bouncing off the walls and running around the house like she didnt just reinact the exorcisist/pea soup routine. I guess it’s all in a days work… Right, that’s what we tell ourselves.
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Claudine The Mean-
Welcome to my wicked world where I talk about the important things in life, for instance me! All right, I’ll throw in some books just to make Bonnie happy.
Been there, done that————repeatedly.
Hi Claudine,
First time on your blog, but enjoyed your thoughts. Seems all moms have the same lives. How can they stand at your bedside without puking and as soon as you wake up, they manage to puke on your face? It must be some unwritten rule of the jungle, sleeping mom, no puke, mom awake, free zone for puking. What’s really fun is when all of them at once have the yuks and not enough bathrooms to go around. Nice to know that someone else also suffers from the mom syndrome.
Dot
Hi Claudine,
This is the first time I have paid you a visit too. And I am from Australia.
Strange that you should write about your little darling puking. Revolting though it is. I have just been on another chat group and we were talking about kids wandering off and getting lost. Thank goodness my 3 boys are grown up now, but my youngest used to wander off all the time when he was a little fellow. I felt like putting a leg rope on. He used to always say “But I knewed where I was.”
Regards
Margaret
Wow! I hate those mornings! Sunday Friday was one for me! I was hoping the puking would stop by Sunday for the entire family… but I still have a healthy one! It’s sorta like chicken pox you want them to get it all at the same time! 😉
Sisses
Caden