A day without crying....PLEASE!

In my mind's eye I see a day without crying.  My soul pleads for this day and I go so far as to visualize every possible scenario of all the wants that each of my children may have during the day and try to be proactive to satisfy such demands.  I wake up in the morning thinking:

....WESLEY...  needs milk in a sippy cup like an addict needs their morning joe...have it ready even before he asks...   

...LUKE... go fetch him out of his crib as I hear the first coos and don't wait until the escalation of desperation because I'm trying to achieve just one more thing from my proverbial to-do list...

...SOPHIA... wake her up gingerly, upbeat, positive about the wonderful aspects of her day that are ahead, or better yet, take Luke with me to wake her, she's a sucker for his playful disposition and morning smiles...

...Don't let my own weariness from the circus of the preceding nighttime shenanigans interfere or even show, with the cultivating of a beautiful day for my family...

These are the thoughts of despair that race through my mind every morning.  I think...this is IT!  This will be the day without crying and I will rejoice!

Then, Wesley comes racing into my bedroom at the crack--literally-- of dawn and pronounces, Mom, look there's some sun, get up, I want my MILK!  And I respond, just a minute, or five or ten or an hour! (just kidding, rarely do I put him off for a full hour!)  Wesley's exuberance has spooked Luke who immediately jumps into a panic cry...need comfort NOW, Mom! I glance at the alarm clock and it's another day that Sophia must have not hit Snooze, but OFF on her Hello Kitty alarm clock, which is effective 80% of the time and I panic now... Shoot, it's 7:45, the bus comes in  10 minutes!!!  

My rush into Sophia's room startles her out of her latest dream about rainbows and unicorns (probably) and her euphoria quickly turns to resentment for waking her out of such a state, C'mon Mom, I should be able to sleep as long as I want and get up when I'm ready.  (she's so my child!)  In the span of 2 minutes, I can already tell, this ISN'T going to be IT!  I swiftly try to make a truncated version of our morning routine into a race because my kids love competition, but my attempt backfires and causes a cacophony in unison of the opposite desired effect.  Wesley still doesn't have his sippy cup of milk, Luke is still waiting impatiently in his crib and Sophia has been ejected out of her bed unwillingly.  I have been defeated once again.  

Team KIDS  1  

Team MOM 0

Is it because I'm outnumbered?  Is it because that is truly how they prefer to behave?  Or is it Job Security--Obviously I have way more work to accomplish with raising these fine individuals to become the future of our society--productive, happy and eager citizens!  Yes, that's it and I feel more like a MOM than ever, but I still long for the day that the Smith family 5 can live in harmony in our own environs without the distraction of a tropical island oasis and watersports or an artificial amusement park with kitschy characters to keep them bemused and entertained, but just hanging out together with respect and love and NO CRYING of any sort.

Just one day, PLEASE!

***Rather ironically, I must publish this NOW without further edits because LUKE's moans have turned into crying in his crib. I go to retrieve him now.  Foreshadowing of the night to come?