Just Enough.

13 January 2014


Mornings are tough for me.  I haven’t ever rolled out of bed Miss Mary Sunshine.  I haven’t ever been referred to as a morning person either.  I can fake it with the best of them, but if we’re being truthful, I’m much better after ten.  By then, I’ve had a cup of coffee, some time to wake up, and a minute to get myself together.  

Typically, I hit the snooze button twice.  OK.  Three times.  I roll out of bed bleary-eyed and stumble my way through breakfast making and lunchbox filling.  Then there is the pushing and prodding the kids to hurry up, reminders for them to feed Monty his breakfast, and to get teeth brushed… we’ve got to get movingThose boots are on the wrong feet, Tate.  Finn, don’t forget your backpack. 

On bad days, they are sometimes picking on each other and arguing or worse, whining and I’m struggling to keep my shit together so I don’t start our day yelling like a maniac.  Those are the days that I spend feeling guilty or internalizing that I am the worst mother in the universe {of my own mind} and not at all fit for raising little human beings.  Those are the melodramatic, worst days ever that just compound and beat me into the ground and make me wish I could go back to bed until they are eighteen and off to college.

But today wasn’t a typical morning or the worst day ever.  This was a magical morning made of unicorn tears and Millennium Falcon shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.  

The universe seems to put just enough of these days in my path to make me intensely thankful for motherhood.


Katie Olthoff said...

we had a magical morning, too! Which for us, means no fights over getting dressed, getting coats and boots on, and getting out the door! Magical!

Michelle said...

It's amazing what those days can do for your psyche isn't it, Katie?

Shelly said...

We were early today. EARLY. There must have been unicorn tears to share.

Anonymous said...

I am not a fan of waking up, but once I do, I am on it like a blue bonnet. I think my love of going to the gym in the morning motivated me to get up and get the kids off to school. Then it is me time. The hour I spend at the gym everyday make me feel super happy and healthy. When I get home I am ready to clean and start my day. This morning I made home made veggie soup just so I could eat it for lunch. I really should be shot!

Stacy Kaye said...

I love those magic mornings! One thing that I have learned to do to make my mornings more magical is to pack the lunches at night. I simply can't handle it in the morning. We even bought a mini fridge so that I don't have the four lunch packs taking up room in my main fridge every night! Without doing lunches I have more time to make my coffee. Yes...it is good! Glad you had a good one!

Renee Anne said...

A magical morning in our house means Little Man (3 years old) didn't pee out of his diaper, didn't get naked and pee/poop on the floor of his bedroom, and no tantrums were thrown.

MommyLisa said...

So fun when that happens.

MommyLisa said...

So fun when that happens.

Just A Normal Mom said...

Awww. That's a pretty awesome lunch for someone to open!

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