Breaker of Self

Another morning waking up wondering if I actually slept. My brain and body love to protest getting out of bed and I feel there is no magical amount of coffee that is going to wake me up. I find start of the week mornings after a family filled weekend are extra hard. We tend to have minimal structure throughout the week and let weekends be a free for all with very little demands to help us with the constant unpredictability of each moment.

For example, my husband woke up this morning in discomfort from a restless night that aggravated healing of a recent minor surgery. I’m sure I slept like the dead but am so behind in my sleep it feels like I never get any. Throw in the extreme, chaotic hormonal monthly issues and I’m one grouchy bear who everyone should avoid at all costs. My little ones both have loose teeth right now so eating is a challenge, along with the intense heatwave we are melting through makes things extra interesting.

After dragging my sorry butt down to my home office to start my workday, I heard my husband tell me he was heading out the door with our ankle biters, as my grandfather so lovingly referred to them as, and started to keep watch to make sure everyone was getting into the car safely. I mean safely because both of our littles love to bolt and don’t understand certain safety aspects, like running onto the road and not being mindful/aware of possible moving vehicles. 

We have this ritual that means so much to me where I stand waiting for them to drive by and I wave to my awesmazing family and blow kisses, cheesy mush I know but it’s our little thing that is impactful. Well I was keeping a watchful eye out and all of a sudden I heard my youngest cry out and my husband was unbuckling his seatbelt to come around to help. I, of course, was like I’m coming out to see what’s going on. Once I got out there, I learned that our littlest one was upset and bumped their mouth, which knocked out one of the wiggly teeth. This was very stressful as our youngest does not handle transitions or changes well and proceeded to try to put the tooth back where they felt it belonged.

This is a stark contrast to our oldest who loves to lose teeth as fast as possible and showed us one of their molars is wiggly, and I mean half hanging on. They have been wiggling and picking at this molar none stop since yesterday afternoon and hearing the clicking sound while my oldest is trying their best to have this molar come out before bedtime last night so that the tooth fairy visits with a shiny coin is a sound that makes my mind and body cringe. I made sure to let their summer schoolteacher know about this tooth excavating obsession and would not be surprised if I need to schedule a tooth fairy visit tonight.

I’m off to sweet talk my husband into making me another cup of bean juice (coffee)!

What quirky, headshaking routine mischief does your family get up to?!

With care,

Angie

*** Two hours later update: teacher just text me that my oldest lost their molar. Called it lol!