My Mundane...
Sarah, who often makes me want to move back to Iowa City, asks, "What's your mundane?"
And her mundane makes me feel I should make coffee before I kick hubby out the door, that I am a bad wifey.
But here it is anyway, my mundane:
Alarm goes off and we ignore it, usually until about 7. There is almost always a munchkin in the bed. Hubby rouses hisself and when he is into the shower, I rouse myself.
I put munchkin #2 back into his crib. I cuddle with munchkin #1. Munchkin #1 gets cute and then demands a banana. Always. I delay.
When I can hear that hubby is done with his shower and is shaving/brushing teeth, I lower munchkin from bed so he can pad in and "do teeth". I nurse munchkin #2.
When hubby comes in with #1, I get out of bed and pull on clothes. I "make bed". I go into munchkinland and "make other bed". I get clothes out for munchkins and head back into my room where several diapers are changed.
By this time hubby is ready to head downstairs and off to work. I carry one munchkin and he the other. Often I carry clothes.
Downstairs, hubby kisses #1 and then asks, "Now what?" #1 responds, "Now mommy" and then "Now baby." #2 and I gather our kisses and hubby is gone.
After that, #1 sits on couch, eats banana, and screams for "Peeewweee!" I turn on the TV as requested. I dump #2 in excersaucer. I make breakfast (veggie sausage, eggs, toast) for his lordship the bananaeating peeewweeee watching munchkin king.
He says, "Tankun, mama, tankun," and everything seems worth it.
Then, while #2 crawls at my feet and his lordship watches "Super Why" or something else PBSfull, I brush teeth, make coffee, wash face, check email.
After that I pack #1 a lunch (half a pb sand, string cheese, fruit, aminal crackers) and dress #2, whom I strap into carseat (where he promptly falls asleep as he must). Then I go into the living room, wrestle #1 into his clothes, and we both say, "Bye bye, peeeweeee!"
We wave goodbye to the magic babysitting box and he slips his arms into his overlarge coatsleeves and I grab my purse and he his "bunchboch" and then I hoist #2 and we are gone, gone. To school.
And then the day begins...
