My mornings during the week start at about 5:00 AM. An early shift is great for having time to spend with my kids but man is it hard to get going that early. This morning Ukiah times himself perfectly with my alarm. I can see his shape in the dark and hear the half asleep request for chocolate milk. This kid loves chocolate milk like no other and because he has struggled with food his doctor says give it pretty much whenever he asks because he needs the calories.
So I stumble half asleep to his room to get his cup and head for the kitchen to make it. I’m doing all of this in the dark because Alice is asleep on the couch. (My mom comes over early to watch her so my husband can get enough sleep before he goes to work.) I open the fridge and my god I do not see the chocolate anywhere. I just bought some yesterday and made him some before bed but it has somehow disappeared. I am ‘trying’ to quietly dig through the fridge with no such luck. Finally I decide I’m going to have to give up because the responsible adult that I am sleeps until the very last minute and I now have to make a mad dash to get ready for work and since the universe has a vendetta against me I am realizing I did not pack my pump nor did I lay out my clothes.
I walk back to his room and tell him I just can’t find it anywhere so he will have to wait. Instant tears, have you ever tried to get a four year old to cry quieter? It doesn’t work. So here I am pleading with him to stop crying, telling him we can go buy more when I get home. I put his “sleep lotion” on him and he lays back down. I B line it for the bathroom and start to get ready. Not five minutes later I hear crying. I go back in there and he is upset about the chocolate milk again and wants to go look in the fridge himself because he swears he saw it. There’s no way this is happening as I don’t need everyone the house to wake up. Deciding to choose my battles wisely and not cause a meltdown that will wake everyone up I go back to the fridge to look again.
Somehow it ended up behind a container of potato salad and a head of lettuce, I blame my husband as I’m sure he was digging in there at some point last night and moved it. Never the less I’ve found it. Once I bring it to him all is right with the world. I walk him across the hall to crawl into bed with his dad and he is out. I ended up only being 10 minutes late for work, not even sure how I managed to pull that one off but I’ll take it!