Morning Madness

If anyone is wondering how to properly run around like a chicken with its head cut off, come over to my place in the morning and watch Mommy and Daddy get me out the door. If you want to watch this operation on steroids, come over when Daddy is out of town, then the real fun begins.

So here's the drill. I wake up around 5:30 am and go running into Mommy and Daddy's room to find them and Daisy fast asleep. When I say fast asleep, I mean dead as doornails where it would take a bomb to wake them up. Fortunately they have me which we all know is a lot more effective than explosives. So I come in and stand at the side of the bed where Mommy sleeps and lay my cute little head on Mommy shoulder. Then I start talking and I pretty much don't stop the ongoing onslaught of words until I am either asleep or eating. Who do I talk to you ask? Well no one really. I basically think out loud for ten hours a day. Anything that I think of I say.

After talking for about two minutes, Mommy reaches over and pulls me onto the bed and I lay between Mommy and Daddy. Now this is the good stuff. I am pretty much totally content and happy laying between Mommy and Daddy for at least five minutes which is like an eternity in my world. When I start rolling around and kicking is usually when Mommy gets up to take a shower. Daddy lays in bed until Mommy asks him to help. When Daddy gets up, he gets me dressed and gets me a snack so I don't completely lose it on the way to daycare.

After I have my snack and while Mommy is getting ready is usually when I have the most energy and Mommy is rushing around trying to make coffee, fix her lunch, eat her breakfast, get dressed (which is in itself an ordeal with a billion outfit changes), do her hair and makeup and complete the outfit with the perfect jacket or necklace.

Now, all of the super Mommies out there are probably thinking the same thing, duh, why doesn't Tyler's Mommy prepare the coffee on the timer the night before, lay out her outfit, pick out the accessories, take a shower, etc., the night before. Why not simplify and do as much as possible when things are not so crazy? Well, I have an answer to that. Quite simply Mommy is so gosh darn exhausted at night that the last thing she wants to do is set timers and use brain power to put together an outfit. After Mommy puts me to bed, basically the only thing she wants to do is collapse.

So anyway, back to the morning madness. It's around this especially hectic time that I like to come into the bathroom and try to grab Mommy's hot flat iron, or yank the cords around, flush the toilet, unroll all of the toilet paper, drop trucks into the toilet, open and close the bathroom cupboards, dump all of bath toys into the bath right as Daddy is trying to get in the shower, put the rug on top of my head and run into the wall all while continuing the dialogue which has not stopped since I came into Mommy and Daddy's room at 5:30 am.

Needless to say Mommy and Daddy are a little on edge and tempers flair with all of this activity. Mommy has to be out the door by 7:15 am and the commotion tends to set her schedule back a bit. Somehow Mommy puts herself together and we get out the door with shoes on my feet, hair combed 9 times out of 10 and a clean diaper on my bottom. Hooray!