Morning Life

Simply I am the person in the household that makes sure that everyone gets where they need to go at the right time. In the mornings this summer that means that I get my husband out of the house for his 8 a.m. class he teaches during this first session of summer class at the university where he teaches. Waking him us is a task in and of itself because he is a late-night person and who suffers from insomnia. I on the other hand am a morning person and don't do nights.

After getting up and taking a shower I get the dogs out one at a time in a certain order because if you go out of order chaos ensues for the next twenty minutes sometimes more. The order is oldest to youngest (Henry, Snickers, then Sara). I drag the dogs to their dog run via their leashes and the hilarious thing is if gone in order Henry is still going to the bathroom by the time I get to Sara while Snickers is at the water dish. Life is great I would not change my daily workout with them for anything.

If I still feel the need for exercising after getting the dogs out around 6:30 a.m. I will mow the grass, now that my mower is back in business. If the lawn does not need mowing I will go on a walk at the River Park -- within this last week I really have not had to make that choice because the lawn needs work. Yesterday, I finally finished my backyard so now I will start the front because it has been two weeks or more since it was done.

Around 7 a.m. is finally a chance for me to relax and get my coffee, while it is still quiet, and turn on Good Morning America and catch up with my internet friends on Facebook. If I am lucky I get about three hours before I start getting bugged from one or both of my girls proclaiming that they are bored and want to do something or get on the computer. I usually make them wait until noon before I will even fathom getting up and doing anything or at least giving them the computer.

Oh wow, I am an average stay at home mom -- not really having to define myself as a mom with cerebral palsy. My hope here is to show that many of us are like any other adult that does adult things around the house. My mom didn't raise someone who was just going to be a vegetable and need attendants to carry out my daily tasks.