We are trying to adjust to my husbands new work schedule. Thank God Dish decided to promote him instead of laying him off so now he works Monday through Friday 8-5. This is much better, but our family still isn’t used to it yet.
The first thing that went wrong was we all slept in. I usually get up at 5:30am so I can take a shower. CJ decided to wake up at 5:15 and needed to be nursed. I was still nursing him when my alarm went off and decided I needed more sleep after he got done. I didn’t climb out of bed until 6:15.
After I fired up my laptop, brewed a pot of coffee, helped Courtney find her school uniform I realized it was nearly 7am and Chris and Ciara were still sleeping. We got home late last night from window shopping and picking Courtney up from karate so Chris didn’t get around to making the girls’ lunches. I decided to have Courtney make the lunches so he could take a quick shower and get going to work.
When I woke Ciara up she was cranky and took a long time to decide what she wanted for breakfast. Finally she chose a bowl of cereal which she only ate about 25% of. I quickly got her dressed and before Chris left he informed me that a pipe broke in our back yard. Just great!
This week we have been having unusually low temperatures. They’ve dipped into the 20’s and the other day I think we tied the record for the lowest temperature. I’m used to this cold weather but our sprinkler pipes are not and I didn’t think about protecting them. We now have a frozen puddle all the way down our driveway and the stores out here do not sell salt to melt the ice.
Ciara, our three year old expects her Dad to take her to preschool every morning. Now he leaves the house at 7am so he is unable to do that anymore. Mornings are hectic. I have to drag all four children out in the heavy Sacramento traffic to get the girls to school on time. I can’t stand driving in busy traffic and every morning I get close to having a panic attack. In order to avoid this I rely on my oldest to help get the kids ready to go in the morning. Ciara hates change and she hates listening to her sister. Almost every morning they fight all the way to the van. This morning was the worst ever. By the time I got the boys to the van big crocodile tears were streaming down Ciara’s face.
On the way to school this morning Conan decided that he didn’t need to be buckled in his car seat. He likes to take the straps off of his shoulders. Big mistake! We got to the girls’ school and I rushed Ciara to preschool while Courtney sat with the boys. I fixed Conan’s car seat before leaving the school. On the way home he decided he didn’t need to wear his shoes and socks. I managed to get one shoe and sock back on him, but he threw a fit when I tried to put the other one one. As any good parent would do I made Conan walk to the door in 25 degree weather without his shoe and sock on. I think he learned his lesson.
As I write this CJ is fussing on the floor and Conan is in his room for a time out. I don’t think we got enough sleep. It is just an off day.