
So, yesterday I started getting ready for the day just shortly after 8 am.
I go to jump into the shower, but, just before that, Ethan wasn't feeling good so I got him in the bath. He decides he wants to play for a while and I wait. Finally, I get into the shower. I get out and wash my face, throw on my pajama's and Brooklyn is hungry. So I sit down to nurse her; hair wet, un-brushed, with no make-up. Now it is just after 9.
My hair is definitely not going to blow dry without frizz but oh, well. Briggs wants a snack, and Ethan hasn't eaten breakfast yet, so I get him some cereal and need to go back about 3 times to re-fill his little bowl. Cory calls me from work to see what I'm doing, I tell him I'm trying to get ready (ha ha) and head back to work on my hair. Ethan gets done and I am just in the middle of blow drying my hair and Briggs informs me that Ethan wants out of his chair. I go to the kitchen to get him down from his chair and wash his hands and face and the boys start to play. That play eventually (as it seems to do these days) leads to a fight, usually over a toy or Ethan is screaming because Briggs' has tackled him. After several threatenings to "stop tackling Ethan" or to "quit fighting or I'm turning the cartoons off" (which I usually use as a decoy while I'm getting ready) and I decide that I'm about done with all of that and decided to let the boys duke it out with each other; (they'll figure it out right) and I head back to my bathroom, with the fan blaring to drown out the noise, and finish the "already 30 minute process" of blow drying and doing my hair (There is a reason I don't wash it everyday!) By this time, Brooklyn, who was asleep is now awake from all of the noise and I still don't have my make-up on. It is 10 o'clock.
Ethan needs another diaper change so I kill two birds with one stone and change Brooklyn at the same time, but Brooklyn is in desperate need of a bath and so if I'm changing her diaper I better give her a bath and save myself a diaper; so that is what I do. (There is no way we are going to make it out of the house to get anything done or do something fun before we've got to turn around and come home for lunch.) I still haven't eaten breakfast, Ethan is running around with no shirt, Briggs is the only one dressed for the day and now Brooklyn. I decide I better do my make-up while I can. Briggs keeps coming in saying that he's still hungry but I tell him he's already had a snack and he'll have to wait; they clearly need some attention and I just want a few moments to my self. I finally get to the bathroom to finish my make-up and it is just about 10:30.
I get dressed, grab some breakfast--or rather brunch, and then I decide if we are going to go out and go to the park I better nurse Brooklyn before we leave. So out go my plans of going to the paint store or running some "important mommy" errands. It is 11 and I decide that it is a beautiful day and we only have about an hour before lunch and we head to the park; and I'm so glad we did! The boys loved swinging on the BIG swings and having me do under-dogs and push them higher! I'm so glad I chose the boys over running errands, it is always worth it!

So, 2 1/2 hours later, 3 diapers, 2 baths, breakfast, snacks, a phone call, nursing, breaking up several arguments, and many other interruptions, I am finally ready for the day! Now you know how long it takes me to get ready. How about you? ? ? ? ?