The Daily Toilings Of A Part Time Stay At Home Mom

Mornings have gotten a little crazy over here at the Jaffe household.  It usually starts around 5:30 maybe 6:00am, if I am lucky.  One of the children will wake up and instantly be starving.  Starving like they have not been fed for days.  Yelling for food like it might be their only meal of the day.  I, half awake, stumble down the stairs to see what delicious box of cereal   delicacy I can whip up in a quick hurry while tripping over the dog seven million times, because now he's starving too.  Doesn't matter that there is still some kibble from last nights meal in his bowl, this dog wants some fresh stuff. By this time the caffeine headache has set in and all I can think about is coffee.  That's usually when the other child will awaken from their slumber, screaming for food or a BABA! Now almost three quarters of a hour has gone by and I still have not managed to 1) pee and 2) get a coffee down...

On the chicken front things are looking much less cute these days.  Feathers are replacing fluff, clucking is replacing tweets, and they poop...a lot, and lay in it, and eat it, uggggg.  I wasn't really a fan of scrambled eggs before we got the chickens, probably because egg collecting was left to me as a child and I remembered the poop being stuck all over the eggs, but now it is because I know their diet consists of grain and their own dumps.  Sooooo if you want eggs you will know where to call 'cause I ain't eating them.  I'll buy the bleached ones from the grocery store....just kidding but ewww... for real people. You want to know what sucks more then poopy eggs...well do ya?  Painting.  The railing on the porch hadn't been painted in like years so the other day I started and you know whatever Shelly starts Dovey finishes.  Looks nice huh?  Too bad that's just the first half. There's the rest.  Yeah the porch is going to be ne...

ME TOO! ME TOO!  Has become the mantra in the Jaffe household.  No matter what any one INDIVIDUAL person is doing, the rest of the family is all "ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO!!!!!"  I hate it.  I expect it out of Noah, and he comes through quite often but who I didn't expect it from is my husband.  He comes in at a close second to Noah with the ME TOO's. "What are you doing?  I want to come!" "What are you eating?  Can I have some!" "Oh...can I have a sip of your drink?"  blah blah blah He doesn't always use the ME TOO but it is, in general, the same thing. I have seen instances were Noah will be in the living room watching T.V and he will hear me start unwrapping a teething cookie for Bella.  He will pause the movie, fly off the couch, start running into the kitchen, fall and smash his head on the floor, jump up and scream, "what are you crinkling, I hear a package!!! What is it?  ME TOO ME TOO!"  Most often it applies to...

Every single morning starts the same.  Both of my children wake up at about 6:45am and immediately start with the list of demands.  Noah will begin with his need for a drink and cereal NOW NOW NOW.  It begins before he even drags his butt out of the bed.  I hear him start yelling "MOM, I WANT CEREALLLLL.....and a DRINKKKKK."  That is my alarm clock, and I am sure his sisters too, every single morning.  As I get his sister out of bed who is now repeating "BUBBA BUBBA BUBBA at deafening tones, Noah positions himself at the top of the stairs and demands to be carried because, as he says, "my legs hurt."  I mean come on he is three, I am sure my back hurts more then his legs, but I carry him anyway because I am a glutton for punishment, and lets be honest, I kinda feel bad carrying his sister everywhere while he has to use his perfectly good legs.  What is wrong with me? Anyways after pouring him cereal, getting him a drink, getting Bell a ...