Both my kids were up before 6:30AM today. Miles was up BEFORE 6AM. I'm pretty sure that qualifies for torture. Quick, some check that parent-child treaty alliance. These kids are guilty of war crimes.
It's not enough that they were both up before the sun on a day that I could have slept in until 7AM (glorious, beautiful 7AM), but they were demanding that I make muffins. Can I say again that it was dark out? And when I offered them some delicious, generic-brand mini-wheats or circle oats I was met with extreme resistance. Tears and tantrums over muffins. At 6:50 in the flipping morning.
So I made them pumpkin muffins. I have no defenses before the sun rises. It is from the yellow sun that I derive all my powers of moderate patience, caring discipline, Mommy steadfastness, and sound negotiation. I even did some laundry and put away the dishes and made Oscar's lunch at some point, all the while dancing over small boys and feeing them treats to keep their inner howler monkeys at bay while breakfast baked.
Then, Oscar wore his astronaut costume to school today. It was like a scene out of a sitcom. He took off his coat at school much to the parents' and teachers' amusement. "It's not everyday we have an astronaut in class!" his teacher exclaimed. He is a special, special snowflake, that kid.
I've had two cups of coffee. I've read two train books five times. I've put together the same bridge 15 times. I've talked to my husband on the phone. I've researched electricity rates. I've bought a baby shower gift. I've played airplanes.
I'm tired. How's your morning?