Wednesday, October 19, 2011
My Kids Are Giving Me ADD
I swear that since the boys turned three, they've tripled their busy-ness. I field more questions, more requests for help and more demands to listen to them than ever before.
Honestly, it's like having an external case of ADD.
Yesterday at 7 a.m. it looked like this:
Sam: "Mom, I want toast."
Me: "What kind of toast?"
Sam: "Swimanon toast. But not in the toaster."
Isaac: "I want to go outside."
Me: "We'll go out later. Let's have bre--"
Sam: "Where's my truck?"
Alex: "Mom, I pooped!"
Me: While buttering toast, "Just a minute, don't come out! I'll be there in a sec--."
Isaac: "Why is it raining? Where's my toast?"
Me: As I head to the bathroom to help Alex, "What kind of toast do you w--"
Alex: "Now I get candy corn!"
Me: Isaac, what kind of to--
Alex: "I want chocolate flakes! I want chocolate flakes! Where are we going today?"
Me: "Let's finish the potty and have breakfast first."
Amelia: "Can I have my milk?"
Me: "Good morning, Amelia. Do you want bre--"
Alex: "Where are my chocolate flakes?"
Sam: "Mom, do you know where my truck is?"
Me: "Just a minute, Alex. Sam, look in the toy basket. Amelia, what do you w--"
Alex: "Listen to me, Mom!"
Sam: "I'm done! Can I be 'scused? I have to go potty."
Me: "You're excused. Amelia, wh--"
Isaac: "Sam, I found your truck. Oh! My toast popped!"
Me: As I butter toast and pour chocolate flakes, "Amelia? Breakfast?"
Isaac: "SWIMANON TOAST! YAY!
Alex, "I got chocolate flakes!"
Sam: "Mom, help me with my pants! Can I jump on the couch?"
Isaac: "I need more milk, please."
Amelia: "I want breakfast."
Me: As I pull up pants and head to the fridge to refill the milk, "Sam, no you can't jump on the couch. What can I get you Amelia?"
Isaac: "I'm done!"
Me: "Go wash your face and hands."
Amelia: "Chocolate flakes."
Me: As I pour chocolate flakes (AKA Special K Chocolaty Delight) "Sam and Isaac bring me your plates and milk cups, please. Alex are you done?"
Alex: "I'm DONE!"
Me: "Then bring me your plate and go wash your hands. Here are your flakes Amelia."
Isaac: "Do you want your dump truck Alex? I found it for you, buddy."
Sam: "I need to find shoes. Where are my shoes? I want my dump truck!"
Amelia: "I want a dump truck, too."
Alex: "Oh, here's my shirt! Let's race our dump trucks!"
By this time it was 7:15 a.m. and I could no longer keep track of what I was doing or who asked for what.
By 7:30 a.m. I was no longer sure I'd have any sanity left within the hour. Surely this is why three-year olds still need naps.
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