An Unintentional Announcement
Mornings for me are nothing short of pandemonium. I wake up early to exercise before the rest of the house is up, because that’s the only time of the day I can squeeze it in. Once I get my 30 minutes in, the chaos begins.
Sometimes I have enough time to shower before the kids wake up. More often than not, however, I’m trying to juggle their many, many needs with my own. Neither of my children are “morning people” and they wake up cranky, demanding and exhausted. My daughter wants to go back to sleep as soon as she gets up and my son wants my undivided attention—neither makes it easy to get ready for work. I usually find myself throwing clothes on all involved, running around like a chicken with my head cut off, and literally running out the door.
In our extended family, we have the youngest children. Thankfully, that means that we receive many hand-me-downs. Most of my children’s clothes have belonged to my nieces and nephews at some point. Earlier this week, I was having a particularly difficult morning and found the clock ticking faster than usual. In an effort to get to work on time, I found myself pawing around in my daughter’s dresser and grabbing the first thing I put my hand on without even looking. I slid her clothes on, scooped her up, and sprinted out the door.
Not long after I got to work my phone started buzzing. My husband was frantically texting me, asking if I had something to share with him. He kept referencing life altering news, and if I had something to tell him. I was baffled. When I had a minute, I called him to straighten out the confusion. After a few seconds he asked me if I was trying to tell him something. I was beginning to think he had lost his mind. He referenced my outfit choice for Quinn, and specifically her shirt. As soon as he said that, it dawned on me that she has a hand-me-down shirt in her dresser that reads “I’M GOING TO BE A BIG SISTER” that she sometimes uses as a pajama shirt. I knew instantly that I had accidentally grabbed that shirt and threw it on her without even reading it. When I dropped the kids off at their Nana’s house, her shirt prompted a call to my husband—he thought that I was announcing a surprise pregnancy. We all had a good laugh about it, and I assured them all that it was truly an accident.
As it turns out, I had unintentionally played a pretty good prank on my husband. Perhaps I should have saved the shirt for April Fool’s Day, since I doubt he’ll fall for the same trick twice. I did learn a pretty good lesson from it, though—I need to slow down and be more mindful of what I’m doing during our crazy mornings.