not-quite-wide-awake, it's a typical morning...

it's morning. i am dreaming about shopping in the middle of a war. we aren't looking for the normal stuff, but army supplies. the army supplies aren't normal either though. they are promoted like clothing in style, draped over skinny and unrealistic mannequin, covered with glitter and sequins, and even some have embroidery. all around, we hear bombs and people yelling "save me!", "mama!", and other garble noises. not sure who "we" is... i just know there is someone else there.
i wake up suddenly to the sound of someone crying. (quite common...works better than my alarm. i can never fall back asleep, mostly cause i'm too annoyed. unfortunately, it sometimes starts before its actually time to get up. then i get really annoyed.)
"mama! maaaaamaaaa!"
muddled responses by one of the tired parents follow.
i groan and roll over. i start to doze again.
more squeals.that's the two year old. he squeals when he's frustrated. usually when he's trying to do something to difficult for himself. like put on his dad's shoes, which keep falling off each time he takes a step. each step, of course, is followed by a loud squeal. right now, though, it sounds like he's taking a bath. probably doesn't want out.i pick up my cellphone, which is lying next to my bed - 7:04. i could sleep 11 more minutes, or get up. i can't sleep anyway.
while i'm making sandwiches for breakfast (we have bread every day, for breakfast and for lunch. i am so sick of bread... i've started eating fruit for breakfast. probably healthier. i get hungry quicker though. then i just eat more fruit.), i hear camiel saying in a whiny, please-give-me-sympathy voice, "i'm sick! i can't go to school."
he tries this every morning. i keep telling him that we cannot believe him if he tells us the same story every morning and then its not true. i tried once to tell the story of the boy and the wolf...but it didn't really come out right in dutch. he looked at me like i was stupid. meh. he'll learn eventually.
this morning, he tried to convince us that he was in pain, that his head and armpit and knee and rib and head and whole body hurt. i told him that it sounded really serious, so we should take him to the hospital; the doctor will probably say he has to stay there all week and get a shot every day and probably take really disgusting medicine too and eat really gross food. camiel looks slightly disconcerted at the though. "well, i'm not that sick." i tell him that if he's not sick enough to go to the doctor, he can still go to school. he looks annoyed with me, but starts to eat his breakfast, and quickly forgets that he's supposed to be sick.
jules, the two year old, is in the meantime running around the house naked, yelling "nee! nee! neeeee!" apparently he's in his toddler-puberty (aka, the terrible-twos). he doesn't want to be dressed. again. finally, his dad catches him and holds him down. then proceeds a small wrestling match between 6ft tall man, 2ft. tall kid, and a diaper. i'm glad he's doing it today. i'm afraid one of these days i might swat the kid on his little squirming butt. that'd be the end of my nannying days.
now, everyone's gone but myself and the lil'uns. the baby's spitting and sputtering in his chair, and jules is running around with a very stinky diaper. i think i'll let him sit in it for a while - he'll just poop more later. then i'd have to do it twice.
instead i'll just tell all my non-children-surrounded college friends all about my incredibly interesting mornings and hope once again that this blog is not too long.
ah well. it keeps me sane.

schedule for today: coffee, diapers, naps for kids, ironing for me, read a bit from the driving theory book, and call dane up to get out for a bit tonight.