And the overwhelm finally sets in.
Easy. 
I wish I had a big red Staples button right about now to tell me life was getting to that point very soon.
After having Ellie exactly 10 weeks and 6 days ago, but who’s counting, I finally felt the overwhelm set in. So much in fact that Caleb’s teachers started commenting on my recent tardiness in dropping him off 10-20 minutes late. Yeah, still haven’t yet mastered how to get out of the house on time with he and Ellie and cook breakfast for him that he doesn’t have to scarf down in the car on the way. Nutri grain bar, anyone? I’m notorious for saying that lately. Hey, easy, right?
His teachers ask me, “Are you having a rough morning?”
To that I reply, “Is there ever a morning that isn’t rough?”
When the teachers ask you that, you know everyone notices, including Caleb’s 3-year old classmates. They try to be polite, but you know deep down they’re thinking, “Poor girl.”
I’m sure every mom feels that way, especially when another kiddo enters the mix. Complete and utter overwhelm. If there’s not a button, there without a doubt needs to be.
I remember the week I had Ellie saying to myself and friends, now THIS is a piece of cake. Who says I can’t manage two kids, three businesses and a household? Of course, no one corrected me. Friends and family nodded politely, smiled and muttered under their breath, “Oh, you just watch.”
Let’s say I’m eating my words every day trying to settle into somewhat of a routine. And while I’m figuring out how to manage it all with a certain grace and style, life challenges me yet again and throws another twist into my already crazed, lack of time, morning…administering two sets of breathing treatments to Caleb to prevent asthma from creeping up every morning until the end of May. Wowzer. Better make that a double wowzer.
I almost asked the doc yesterday if he was for real. It’s not like getting a toddler to sit still for 20 minutes while he holds a mask over his face is going to be a walk in the park. I can barely get Caleb to take cough syrup that’s over in 20 seconds!
Now, what the heck to do? I can’t very well be an hour late to drop Caleb off. What would the teachers think then???
All I can do is get through it. It’s what moms do, right? We wake up an hour earlier. Take a quicker shower, or maybe just sport the baseball cap and ponytail look. Make sure the kiddos don’t roll back into bed, or that I don’t myself. Get them up and feed them breakfast that’s not eaten while driving in a car. Be out of the house by 8:30am and on our way.
Sound easy?
Better ask me in a couple weeks. I have a feeling I may need a bit more time to adjust to my new life. One of these days though, we’ll get there…and the easy button.
