For lands sake, it took me 30 min. just to pour my cereal ( my hubby says "make cereal" which always makes me laugh because in my mind I see him in a Kellogg's factory churning out some mini-wheats). Anyways...
First, I get the milk out while Annie is eating her yogurt. Mid-stride to grab the cereal box I hear blood curdling screams and look over to see her yogurt plastered all over our kitchen floor and cabinets.
"What happened?"
All she does is break down crying.
While I'm grabbing some paper towels, in crawls Declan to finger paint his PJ's in yogurt.
If you give a baby yogurt, he's going to want an entire cup of water spilled on him to go with it.
Because 30 seconds after the yogurt mess is cleaned up and he has clean clothes on, I hear him pouring water all over the floor.
"Where did that come from?" Tricky ninja cup!!
Annie starts crying again.
Sigh.
So begins another clean up. At this point, at least the water is ensuring all the yogurt stickiness is gone. Score the proper order of spills.
Here is my moment.
Everything is clean and nothing is in anyone's reach to spill. I finally pour my cereal and sit down to eat.
It's too good, I can hear the moment of calm laughing at me. I check my bases one last time. There sits my sweet Declan eating the pages of his sisters library book.
I love this. Seriously.
I love getting to eat this way, with my son on my lap so he doesn't get into one more thing.
My mindset has been reset with the knowledge that these are my last years with my babies. In a couple years, they will be old enough for school and I won't have these mom problems as often.
Breakfast will be calm and uneventful.
I am lucky.
"Mommy, why are you eating instead of playing fairy zombies with me?! Don't eat!"
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