July 23rd, 2012
Here today…
…to wake up in the morning for your usual routine. You have to drag yourself out of bed like you're recovering from a hangover from the night before, even though you never drank. Why are all morning like that? The bathroom beckons for your daily routine. Mother Nature takes its natural course, and so does the bacteria that swirl around in your mouth, which makes brushing your teeth the second biggest priority in the morning.
After you take care of yourself, the kids are lying in wait with anticipation for your entry through their door, "Hi! Good morning!" you announce with enthusiasm, even though you are lying through those freshly cleaned teeth. The tiredness still hasn't shaken off your body. Still, for the kid's sake, you shake the negative energy off yourself and tend to their needs in any capacity they need. If they're wet, you change their clothes, get them dressed, fed, and ready for school, just the beginning of a long day that awaits you.
Once the kiddies are dressed, drag yourself around the house to grab the things they'll need for school. With each step you take, your kids are five steps ahead. You must predict their next move, or they will leave you in the dust. Once they're wrangled, it's time to load them one by one in the van.
First, the oldest who doesn't fight. Nico likes going on rides in the van, especially to school. So, I quickly scoop him up, place him in the car seat, and then grab the little baby Christopher.
He's in terrible twos, so you have to give him a playful chase. Well, it's only playful to him. Once he's corralled, it's off to school to drop off at least one of your bundles of joy.
Down the block, the van goes through three stop signs and one traffic light and then arrives at school, where the car is stopped in the never-ending line to drop him off. So, in between the stop and go, it's nice to have the iPhone handy for a quick glance until you can pull up and let out one of the loves of your life.
Then, go to Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts, whatever your stomach desires. Just a quick pickup in the drive-thru until the arrival back home, where some work around the house will commence. Once inside the house, you eat what's left in the bag you didn't scarf down on the drive home. The cleaning starts, here and there, until your two old wants to play. Finding a little more energy for him isn't easy, but you do it because you want to show him that you're invincible.
The day turns lazy between cleaning, playing, television, and the internet until everyone decides it's nap time. The six hours are almost up, and then it's time to get up and pick up the other wild child, who will be energized after class.
Until then, it's time to close your eyes and dream of a place of beaches and sand, sun and rays. It's grand until it is interrupted by the alarm that wakes you up. The sound may blare a terrible sound, but in your head, it says, "Get up, get up, have to pick up your son."
After the pickup, drive to a park so the boys can play. You catch a breather for a little bit on the pathway bench until you have to chase them all over the place. After you exercise, you leave the boys out of their clothes so they can relax while you cook dinner. You pause between the stove and oven to check on the boys and smile, watching them play. You get caught up in the moment until you smell some food starting to burn, so to preserve what is left, you take it off the stove and ready to serve.
It's been a long day; the boys are bathed and are ready for bed. You wait until Dad gets home so he can see the boys and play for a few before it's off to La La Land. A plate in the microwave is ready to serve so we can all have a bite to eat. The days get late, you get tired, and it's time to sleep. Tomorrow is another day. So close your eyes and get some rest…rest…rest…ease your mind, and you have time to sleep because of this long day today; no one would know that…
… you'd be gone tomorrow.
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Christopher Fusaro. The author of Captain Imperfecto.
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