6:05 am--I woke up with an incredible urge to pee. This is the story of my life these days. I can't remember if it was as big an issue when I was pregnant with Caleb, but this time it is pretty bad. I also hate to wake up to pee. However, today, this is a good time to get up since I should get ready for work. My husband (Eric) has to be to work by 7:00 am today, so this means I have to get Caleb ready all by myself, and myself of course. So I get up to pee. Eric has so kindly made me some Cream of Wheat. I have been very nauseous during this pregnancy (though it has been almost a week without actual vomit) and food in the morning usually helps. Eric comes to say goodbye, and I sit in the quiet and eat my breakfast. I try to hurry so I can shower before Caleb wakes up.
6:30 am--I get in the shower. I try to make it quick so I can actually get ready, versus a rush.
7:00 am--I am dressed, and Caleb is dressed. We move on to brushing teeth. As Caleb is brushing his teeth I try to get a few things together. I throw my lunch in my bag, set the book out that I borrowed from a co-worker, and grab the paper plates I need to bring to work. I suddenly hear, "mommy count to 10" from the bathroom, though it takes me a few seconds to figure out what he was saying since he has a toothbrush in his mouth. Choices have worked wonders for us these days when it comes to things Caleb does not want to do. Brushing his teeth is a good example. He is not yet able to brush them well enough on his own, so we have to help. He does not like us to help, so giving a choice of counting to 5 or 10 has worked to distract him and then he lets us brush his teeth. After a week or so of giving this choice, now he just says he wants us to count to 10. Still works, so why not?