Here I am at 10:30 a.m. I've gotten three kids dressed and fed, scrambled around like a ninny looking for O's shoes, phone hubby to see if he put them in some bizarre place like we've all known husbands to do at one time or the other, only to find them outside around the side of the house. Hubby was like "well I know he came inside last night and I praised him for taking his shoes off. I just don't know where he took them off" Turns out O decided to take his shoes off at the other side of the house. This left me with 5 minutes to get E to school. Cause you know O's feet grow so fast we only have like one pair of shoes for him at a time. E gets dropped off at school then it's the grocery store for us. Bada bing bada boom, we're home and I have yet to eat.
Course then there's the unloading of the kids, ensuring they are in a safe place while I unload my groceries only to be greeted the minute I'm inside the door with "I want a snack." Yeah that's nice honey, mommy would like one too. But I can't, I have to put the groceries away first. Then my little ol mommy heart feels bad and I fix them a snack first... course I'm also hoping to stall them for extra time to eat by keeping them occupied. Thank god for DVDs!
My goal over the last few months is to try and instill in my children some sense that mommy gets a turn too. Yeah, I know you mommies of older children are laughing your heads off right now. Yet I can dream, can't I? I find myself whining back at them that it's "my turn, you've eaten, it's mommy's time to sit down and eat." I regress to 2 year old status cause I want my toast and tea and five minutes.. okay who's kidding I'd like 30 minutes at least to read, blog or what have you while I eat/drink it. That when I sit down, the demands end. That having breakfast/lunch means that you eat at the table until you're full then you go play. You do not promptly go sit on the couch and ask for a snack/drink while mommy's trying to clean up the after meal carnage. That having eaten all your own food off your own plate does not mean suddenly that you need to have a "bite" off of mine. The food's the same, just on a different plate. Get it?
They are starting to learn that when mommy sits down to eat.. that's it. They have to wait until I'm done before they get anything else. Cause after all, we need to teach our kids some boundaries. They can't expect us to be jumping jacks all day long. Well they expect it, they are just not gonna get it (most of the time). Of course, that means putting up with the countless "are you done eating yet?" and I find myself dragging out my last bites and morsels so I can stay seated for just a few moments longer.
So while you might as well call my breakfast now brunch you can bet I'm not going to settle for regular peanut butter toast but am going to go all out with a toasted tuna, avocado, tomato and turkey bacon sandwich, cause after all it's my turn now.