Thursday, January 19, 2006
This morning I woke up to the sound of the beeping alarm clock and my youngest sister's terrified screams. She clutched me tightly in the darkness.
"Make it stop!!! What's that noise!!!?!
I crawled across my parent's bed and silenced the alarm. "It's just
the alarm clock!"
"Mom never uses an alarm clock! That's scary!"
My Mother has some kind of built in biological clock that wakes her up every morning at 5:30 A.M. regardless of the time that she went to sleep. It's bizarre, I don't know if anyone else is capable of doing this, but I can't.
Then the day began. I had to iron my sister's uniform, fix her tie, get her lunch packed, brush her hair, make her breakfast, make sure she had everything. The whole time the cats were meowing to be fed..and I kept tripping over them in my rush. Michael started dragging his water bowl across the floor with his paw spilling all the liquid along the way.
I slipped on the kitchen tiles and fell. I think he did that on purpose
. He gave me a bored disdainful glance and strolled away with his tail up. That's what I get for not submitting to his demands for food immediately.
"You cooked the pretzel too long
", Amber complained "Mom always does it perfect
, you put too much salt on it"
"Well, who eats pretzel's for breakfast ANYWAY?"
"My hair is lopsided, Mom
knows how to style it just right"
"Well, I don't work in a salon and as you can see..." I gestured towards my own lopsided pony tale and hair in disarray "I suck
at hair styling!"
"you put my lunch in the wrong place
"Can you just go brush your teeth, we're going to miss the bus!"
Amber's eyes filled with tears and her chin trembled. "I wish Mom
*sigh* oh boy
My Mother left last night at 7:30 to the Airport. She's in Jordan right now with my father. I'm still waiting for her call to confirm that she arrived safely.
I have a whole newfound respect for her, Not only does she work full time, but she juggles a lot in the house. Motherhood AND a job. When does she have time to BREATHE?
I did laundry today, mopped the floors, did the dishes... Day One of playing Mom
. Not as easy as I imagined. Plus, How do I tell my adult brother and sister what to do? How do I balance being the "cool older sister" and making sure nothing gets out of hand. How do you find a balance?
I wonder what kind of mother I'll be in a few years. I'm afraid I'm going to be terrible
I just got back from having a coffee and cigarette outside. I snapped this quick shot for my photoblog.Honey
: I love you. Are you sure you want to have kids with me?