I am not a morning person. There. I said it.
I need to wake up quietly without being hassled and love eating my breakfast in peace and quiet whilst hovering over twitter. I don’t want to talk to anybody. I just want to be. Not for long, just a few minutes. But those few minutes of peace and quiet are VERY VERY important minutes.
In reality all 3 kids are awake at 06h15 and not fast asleep until 06h30 when I have to drag them out of bed. And all 3 kids want demand breakfast.
This one wants a ceramic bowl: Daniel. I can’t watch when he takes one out of the cupboard as he unpacks them one by excruciating one until he finds one he wants that looks like all the others in the cupboard. I try not helicopter him.
And then the girls fight over the last Barney plastic bowl.
And the last Oatees.
And who puts the Oatess in the bowl.
And who pours how much milk: Daniel. As you will see by the pic he built himself a fort so he could sulk in private as he felt he needed more milk, even though he had already emptied half a carton of milk into his bowl and his cereal was at sea.
And the ones that are not whining are talking happily. Loudly.
I don’t do mornings well at the best of times. Even though I had the Little Mommy Voice of Sanity screaming in my head: It’s ALL your shit! Don’t take it out on the kids!
I know I shouldn’t complain and I’m not really. I’m just processing.
And I’ll do better tomorrow.
Promise.