I have a feeling today will be a good day.
It doesn't hurt that I didn't have to get out of bed until 5:45. And, I think AK might have even slept longer if her older sister hadn't woken up calling out, "Mommmmyyyyyyyyyy. I want to come in your bed."
The Hoos took care of LP and got her to go back to sleep. But as soon as he got back in bed AK was up and calling for me. I was able to nurse her and get her back to dreamland by a little after 6. During my quiet time with AK, LP did get up out of bed mumbling about a turtle. I have no idea what or why, but the Hoos got her back to bed before I left AK's room.
When I got to work I was hankering for some caffeine despite my relatively good night's sleep. Unfortunately, since it is Passover, I can't use the powdered creamer (it has some soy product in it, verboten during Passover; because, you know, soy wasn't used by the Jews wandering the desert - BECAUSE IT DIDN'T EXIST MAYBE?!?). And there is no way I am drinking black coffee. Fortunately we have a vending machine with 14 ounce containers of milk. Highway robbery at $1.50 each, I decided to suck it up and pay. As the machine spit out my container the one behind it followed. Yay! So I almost feel like I didn't get totally ripped off. And maybe I can sell the second bottle (the last one) and get my $ back. Sweet!
I was feeling good about today. Until the Hoos just called me and told me that he was considering selling LP on eBay. She is being a pain this morning. She is very willful refusing to do anything without major prodding and taking years to accomplish even the simplest tasks. The Hoos hasn't gotten to work on time in about six months.
Is this the terrible twos? The thrilling threes? Anyone have any helpful hints for getting a toddler out the door in the morning that doesn't involve a wrestling match?