Fast forward to today.
It took me 55 minutes to get out the door. FIFTY FIVE minutes. That is just crazy.
Why? Because I had to specify each and every thing that Shiloh needed to do. Capri got herself dressed, and then I turned around and she had undressed herself. We started again. She put her underwear on backwards. We started again. She couldn’t figure out her socks, so I had Shiloh help her…. that began a giggle-fest of chaos. (Those are real, trust me). I got Leilani ready. She cried every time I put her down. Hello separation-anxiety. I had to intervene in the sock fiasco. Then Capri finished getting herself ready, but put her jeans on backwards. Now you probably wonder why I have her dress herself… because she is two and she wants to do everything “I do it”-style. At this point, Shiloh decided that she would just lose all ability to listen to me and do anything I was telling her to do. Two girls go potty…. separately, otherwise another giggle-fest of chaos would ensue. I change Leilani’s diaper only to find that she has blown out and gotten her entire outfit dirty. I have to then re-dress her as she wiggles and tries to flip over. At this point I was about to give up and make the call to stay home. But I realized I would still have to re-do this whole thing the next day if I didn’t go to town today. So I finally get the baby in the car seat. Have the big girls put their boots on and stand by the door. I load them in the car. Go back inside to spend 2 minutes on my hair/makeup/brushing teeth…. and 55 minutes later we are on our way to town.
Its a long drive to town. I spent it shaking my head and laughing at how difficult the morning was. I just couldn’t believe how they wore me out. Little minions. I felt like I was drowning… and I still had a shopping trip to tackle with them.
At the store, sure enough, the comments began.
“Oh look at them, so cute!”
“Wow, and you have a baby too!”
“Three girlies, how precious.”
“They are so cute, you have your hands full!”
“Great little helpers.”
Today, those comments felt good. Today I needed them. I needed to know that my 55 minute marathon paid off. That although it took 55 minutes, my girls appeared “cute”. That they were well-behaved while shopping. The comments were like honey to my heart. Today I need that honey. Nobody made any of the annoying comments, somehow everyone had something sweet to say. I almost hugged the little old lady who said they were great little helpers. It was a little piece of evidence that I was doing something right. These kind of days are the hardest for me, but as we checked out and walked back to the car, I felt so encouraged and had all my patience and sanity restored.
Now if I could only figure out how to never have another 55 minute morning again…