by Hellen Wyeth

Created on: October 27, 2008

My head is in a spin and doesn't stop. The alarm goes off to get up for the day as if the start of a race. Get ready....get set....GO! The dog has to go out. Is there coffee for me to have a cup? While the pot is brewing, feed the dog. Do I hear the pitter patter of feet? Guess breakfast time for the little one has come early this morning. What will it be this morning? Uh-O's (Cheerios), oatmeal, or toast with fruit?

Is the coffee done yet?

Dog fed, child fed, did I get husbands lunch for work ready yet? No. Lunch packed and the sun still isn't up yet? In the background: "Are you ready kids? Aye, Aye, CAPTAIN!"

Is the coffee ready yet? No, I forgot to put coffee grounds in to go with the water!

"Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?" I step outside with the dog to have an "icky" where I shouldn't be bothered for maybe 2 minutes if I'm lucky..."MOMMY!" Guess I timed that one wrong! I tell the dog he can't come in yet because I'm not ready for his exuberant puppy good morning welcome yet and leave him out there.

Time to start the bath. At least she is old enough to play in the tub unsupervised for a few minutes at a time. I start the laundry. Still no coffee and no "icky" for that matter. I tell my husband good bye and to have a good day at work. He kisses me goodbye and tells me the coffee's done. YAY!

After checking on the sea monster residing in the bathroom, straight to caffien machine I go. I down a cup outside since the monster is exploring something in the bubbles and isn't ready to wash up yet. While I'm out there I wonder to myself why I'm in such a spin. There wasn't that much to do. Then my mind spins on that thought for a while turning into a new stress of it's own. Now mommy's turning into a monster!

I try to turn the noise coming from my random thoughts off. I wish myself luck on that one. The sea monster has turned into a mermaid and is ready for her hair and fins to be washed up. My mermaid is now sporting a bubble beard and shampoo mohawk with a giant grin in the middle and she tells me that I'm silly. What can I do but laugh? Laughter is medicine. It does to stress what morphine does to pain.

I need another cup of coffee....

Back in the living room, "Can we fix it? YES WE CAN!" I get myself another cup of artificial energy, and it's good. My mind starts to spin again. Here we go for round two. Again, my mind starts listing everything that needs to be done today and apparently it's all going to be done to the theme music of Bob the Builder. Not quite sure where to start, I go from the kitchen to the living room to check on my future American Idol putting on her best moves.

Best moves and stage I see. She has taken all the couch cusions and pillows and has made a grand performance area. My hair brush for a microphone, she is singing her heart out, ecouraging Bob and his tractor friends. Of course she has another smaller brush, that belongs to her, that is passed to me. She doesn't miss a beat. I join in. We are superstars, and the chores can wait!

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