Johnny Johnny

Oh my Johnny. I love him so dearly, but at times wonder why he can stir up such negative feelings in me. He is most definitely NOT a morning person. Guess what...I am! I usually wake quit chipper. I am not one to hit snooze and more often than not wake before my alarm. Johnny on the other hand tends to be more like his father in the morning. He hits snooze on his alarm and then claims he doesn't know what happened when I come to get him myself. This happens almost every morning. OK fine, I don't understand it, but I'm not him. Once I do get him up he usually greets my with something along the lines of "but I barely got any sleep last night" or "can't you just give me a little longer" or "the light doesn't look right outside, so it's not time to get up". He has even shot at me that I set his alarm for the wrong time. Humm.....That is not even a possibility.

(Johnny in the outfield)
Now some of you might think that I wake Johnny too early, 7am to be exact. Let me explain though. We head to the bus stop at 8:30am. An hour and a half seems like plenty of time right? Well maybe for most children it is, but Johnny is not most children. I hate that I have to do some things different with him, but there just isn't much of a choice. With a 7am wake up time, John need to brush his teeth, take a shower, get dressed........I'm won't even start with him getting dressed....that alone can take him thirty minutes. (so VERY frustrating), have his blood sugar checked, decide what he wants for breakfast, figure out the carbs and how much insulin he needs, eat and pack his back pack. EVERYDAY most of these things are a struggle with John. I think he just doesn't want to be told what to do. Which was the main reason he got an alarm clock for Christmas. I was sure it would make him feel older and more responsible. I think it irritates him just as much as me waking him does.

(Up to bat)
Then there's the fact that he needs to keep his room straight. He SWEARS that he is the only kid he knows that has to clean his room. I highly doubt that, but who am I to argue with a six year old?!?! Anyways, he has started shoving everything into his closet. So yesterday I went to wake him for school.......when in fact he didn't go......and after politely telling him it was time to get up I opened the closet door to get his clothes when to my surprise a ton of shit (excuse my language) spilled out at me. So not only am I instantly irritated but when I try to move some stuff out of the way to open his sock drawer a bunch of stuff fell on me and I completely broke three of my finger nails. UGH. I really liked those nails too. Well lets just say that I basically lost it. Johnny has a monitor in his room too, so if you live near by and heard a crazy lady screaming yesterday, that was me. I feel like throwing everything in his room away. Don't mess with an upset mommy and her finger nails!!

(Safe!)
Let's just say that this morning Johnny was like a different kid when his alarm went off. I'll have to see how long this lasts! It did take him twenty minutes to put his clothes on though. How is that even possible?

Now even though Johnny is a bit of a morning monster he is a very sweet little guy. He is very quick to say I love you and give hugs and kisses, and he is wonderful if you aren't feeling good. He will check on you and bring you things. It's awesome!

Here are some quick tidbits about Jacob. His newest thing is "Duh". I might just hear that word more than any other from him throughout any given day. When I have to get stern with him he ALWAYS responds with "Yes, Mother". I don't know whether to laugh or cry. His facial expression while saying "Yes, Mother" is hysterical, but I certainly DO NOT want to be called Mother. In fact I am perfectly content with being called Mommy forever!!

**I have been reading The Pioneer Woman's Love Story: Black Heels to Tractor Wheels and it is SO good!! You should check it out**