Now let's examine a typical morning for Alisha:
I wake up at midnight, 2 am, 4 am, and 6 am to nurse my 10 month old. I get out of bed at 6 am and plop the baby in the highchair so I can make some coffee. I pour cold cereal for the other kids with my eyes half open. I make lunches, feed the baby, pick clothes out for the kids, braid McKinley's hair, empty the dishwasher, help kids finish up last night's homework, sign permission slips, change the baby, get dressed, load backpacks, run out the door. I load the kids in the car only to realize baby needs another diaper change. I goo back into the house, change the baby again, race out the door. (No shower, no make-up, no dress, no apron, no pumps).
I usually have time to think about dinner around 5 o'clock. Instead of making the beds, I fill my morning walking with my kids and volunteering at their school. I usually check out Facebook, list a few items on Ebay, and play with my baby. Then it's time to pick up the kids and drive them to various activities.
Unfortunately, my husband tends to walk through the door the minute all hell breaks loose. Baby is crying, dinner is burning, laundry still needs folding, kids need help with homework, everyone is hungry! Needless to say, the table is not set, my hair is not neatly coiffed, my feet are bare, my clothes are spit up on, and my "June Cleaver" smile is hidden somewhere underneath it all.
After careful review, I realize I can't entirely make my husband's wish come true. But here is what I will do. I will run a brush through my hair and slap some gloss on my lips. Tonight the table will be set, the laundry will be folded, dinner will be ready. Chances are, the house will be bustling as always, but I will make coming home worth it. I will greet him at the door with a big, wide, smile on my face!