Do I Have To Stick To A Schedule?

Describe a typical day in your life — but do it in a form or in a medium you’ve rarely — if ever – used before. If you’re a photoblogger, write a poem. If you’re a poet, write an open letter. If you’re a travel blogger, write a rant.

Dearest Cousin,

There’s a force to be reckoned with in my life that has succeeded in turning my already crazy world into something even more crazy.  I don’t know how you do it with your five kids – or is it six?  – but the one that I have now is driving me absolutely nuts.  I’ve been told that it’s best to put him on a schedule and that idea alone – putting ME on a schedule with him so he can actually have a schedule – stresses the crap out of me.

I thrive best without a schedule – I really do.  But if I have to put the little munchkin on a schedule, I guess I’ll have to do it, and whether or not I’ve got to grit my teeth to do it, I guess that comes with the territory of being a mother.

So far, this has been the plan, and just to let you know -it’s also the first week of summer vacation so my grays roots are already showing, and it’s only 7 a.m.  (My hair stylist is not answering the phone. Crapshoot.)

Honestly, how do you do it?

8 am – I’m awake.  I really am, and the little one, well, he’s still asleep, conked out because he stayed up late.  But I shall take advantage of this quiet hour before he wakes up to have some coffee.  Even better, the hubby has gone to the store to pick up a cup of coffee for me and even some banana nut bread.  P.S. The little terror is still asleep.

9 am – The hubby is painting the fence.  It’s on his To-Do list and as long as I get my peace and quiet while I have my coffee, all is well with the world.

10 am – The little terror is awake.  But I have lulled him to silence with a bowl of Cheerios and the iPad.  I know, I know, I shouldn’t give him the iPad, but what’s a writer to do?  I’m already at 96K words and do you know how difficult it is to tie loose ends and get this thing edited for publication?  Oh wait, I forgot – you’re not a writer.  You’re raising five kids – or is it  six?  You. Are. SuperMom.  And clearly I am not.

11 am – The little terror spilled the Cheerios.  I can’t wait for the Hubby to get done painting the fence.  Unfortunately it’s only the white paint thing, not the actual color. I guess that’s tomorrow.

12 noon – The hubby cannot wait till we’re out of the house so he gets his peace and quiet.  I can’t wait to drop the terror at the day care for the five hours of work I need to do – which also gives me some peace and quiet.

6 pm – Picked up the little terror – and saw him push three – THREE – children out of the way.  No more iPad for him from here on, the little shit.

7 pm – Gotta hand the kid over to the hubby because I am done.  Apparently, I have this Daily Prompt I need to do.  But first – coffee.

10 pm – Wait.  Wasn’t I supposed to stick to a schedule for the little one.  Oh well, maybe tomorrow.

Daily Prompt

Daily Prompt: Mommy

Today is Mother’s Day in the United States. Wherever in the world you are, write your mother a letter.

It’s funny to hear me call you that still
But that’s what you are to me
No one can tell me that I’m too old to call you by that name
For you’ll always be “mommy” to me

You raised me at a time when you felt so alone
Betrayed by the one you loved, driven away from your home
Back to the house you ran away from, where the ghosts still haunt your thoughts to this day
Mommy, I understand what you went through and I love you each and every day

You tried to love me the best you could
With nannies and servants to do everything you were supposed to do
While you battled the demons of your past,
I can only imagine how alone you were, with no one to turn to

And now I’m all grown up
and how I wish you and I lived close by
Where you’d have your very own room in my little home
We’d be able to live together still, you and I

For we’re both mothers now, and I know the truth
That though life is filled with tricksters and liars and everything in between
In you lives the gentlest, sweetest, most childlike heart of all
That I ever did see, and have seen.