Just a little peek into a morning as a momma of 5 twins included

Picture this: I walk into the doctor’s office, unsuspecting, probably wishing I were anywhere else. But nope! Instead of a pat on the back and a “You’re all good!” I get smacked with the news that I’m pregnant. AGAIN. For the seventh time. But wait—it gets better. Not just one baby, oh no, this time I’m having twin girls. TWINS. For the second time, because apparently the universe likes to keep things spicy.

Now, let’s talk logistics. Tubal ligation? Doesn't matter, says the baby gods. They went ahead and rerouted the package, and now I’m left staring at the doctor like, "Excuse me, I didn’t order this! Please put it back on the shelf. I’ve been thoroughly satisfied with the prior editions of this product, thank you very much."

Meanwhile, my husband—who swears up and down that he’s firmly on the no-new-babies train—is practically throwing confetti, excited for more kids. Really, dude? I’d like to see him carry twins again after already dealing with five kiddos, because at this point, my uterus deserves retirement AND a pension.

And then I woke up, drenched in relief, because thank goodness this was just some over-the-top dream my brain cooked up to mess with me. But let’s be honest—I still wanted someone to answer for this nonsense. Sadly, my husband was already at work, so I couldn’t slap him and yell, “HOW DARE YOU BE EXCITED FOR DREAM BABIES.” Guess he dodged a bullet this time.

When I finally drag myself out of bed in the morning (yes, caffeine is already calling my name), the house is so calm and quiet you'd think it was a library. But not for long—Mommy’s on a mission to jazz things up! Cue the improvised morning concert! I belt out made-up songs, featuring my kiddos' names, like I'm auditioning for Broadway (spoiler: I'm not). Their sleepy faces light up as they realize their crazy momma is back at it again.

The morning routine kicks off with clothes duty—I lay them out, hoping for smooth sailing. Walt, my speedy little champ, is dressed and ready before I can hit the high note in my song. But then there's my Lainey Bug. Oh, Lainey. Let's just say her wardrobe process deserves its own reality show: shirts on backwards, pants inside out, and me standing by like a fashion coach shouting, ‘No, no, sweetie, we’re not starting a trend here!’Then there is my grouchy Rhea Bear who grunts through her morning very slowly. Luckily for this crazy momma, the older two kiddos get themselves up, ready and out their door with little to no coaching from their momma in the morning.... but I'd be lying if I said they were perfect every day.

Most days, it’s crystal clear—I need my caffeine to fuel the chaos. Coffee, Bloom, or an Alani to the rescue, because mornings in our house are a glorious whirlwind of giggles, goofiness, and love! 

If you were to ask my 12- and 14-year-old though, they would tell you that this isn't how it used to be, but I'll dive into that at a later time. 

Once I successfully got them all off to school on time this morning, I decided it was time for me to lay on the couch and rest for the day. This momma and wife has an empty gas tank, after the crazy last few weeks. I sat on the couch for about an hour contemplating whether I wanted to get my lazy butt up and go grab myself some breakfast...or be extra lazy and have my breakfast ubered for me. I decided at that point I was too tired to make a decision. When I say my tank is empty, it was. Rheumatoid Arthritis, along with many other health conditions I have like anemia, suck the life out of me as it is. However just a few moments passed and my friend Jen sent me a text asking if I wanted to go to our local coffee house to enjoy some of their glorious, scrumptious drinks and food. That's all I needed was a push and I was up throwing on my jacket like a mad woman not even stopping to put on a bra or change out of my hidious crocs that I style with long cozy socks hiked up over my sweatpants. Hey, I'm already a loved well kept woman so who am I trying to impress? Plus, my friend Jen loves me no matter what I look like...my husband does too. But now that I'm thinking about it, I should probably try dressing less like Adam Sandler and look like a "normal" person more often so maybe my kids will stop dressing like bums too. See, here I go just randomly tossing out thoughts going through my head. It never stops, it just keeps going and going like an energizer bunny. I wish other things in life could keep going and going too...like all the things. I better stop myself now before I send myself down a rabbit hole that I won't be able to hop out of....but when I say my head just keeps going and going it does. I can be thinking of what I want for breakfast and the next moment I'll be thinking about the last time I had an lovey time with my husband. If you haven't caught on yet, its pretty clear that I'm a special person lol. 

Rewind, so I went and got myself my oatmeal and redbull refresher. Well, I didn't go get it on my own, Jen did the driving, and she paid for it. #winning #ihavegreatfriends. Now I'm here writing about the first few hours of my day. Crazy how that worked out. 

Now, do I start checking things off on my to do list? Or do I sit on the couch today and rot? I feel like a loser today, and I am quickly regretting eating all of those gummy bears I overindulged in last evening. I'm going to be the next person to bring awareness to all the people in the world, that eating gummy bears in large quantities IS NOT GOOD FOR YOUR BOWELS. In fact, I have landed myself in the ER with blockages due to the consumption of too many of my bear friends. That'd be a way to go though. Cause of death: Ate too many gummy bears and couldn't poop. Good lord I am all over the place this morning. If you can't tell yet, you will soon but I also have ADHD. 

So, to sum it all up my day started off with a bang (well, more of a snooze and scramble) and spiraled into snack regrets, wardrobe chaos, and caffeine highs. Now here I am, pondering life on my couch: Do I tackle my to-do list and feel accomplished, or fully embrace my gummy bear-induced existential crisis? The jury’s still out.

What I do know is that life is messy and unpredictable, but it’s also kind of hilarious if you think about it. Whether I’m dressing like a lovable hot mess or sharing bathroom-blockage PSA’s, I’m just here living my truth. Stick around—because you never know what this ADHD Energizer Bunny will hop into next

Until next time..

K