Mornings

It’s early and I stayed up late to work.  Coffee is brewing, I’m making breakfast, there is no milk & I’m packing last minute lunches.  As I slide some peanut butter and honey across the table for the twins, my youngest pipes up and asks if he could have dry cereal?  It’s not the first time I forgot to replenish the milk.  I’ve already made toast and so I look to offer something easy… a yogurt… yes, how about a yogurt?!? “Raspberry, Blueberry, or Strawberry?” As I am waiting for his response I am filling water bottles and stirring last nights pasta leftovers for the boys lunch. He says, “Vanilla”.  You see I have Vanilla but I didn’t offer it because one of the twins only eats Vanilla and I wanted to save those for him.  But I should have known that this is a dangerous game that you just can’t win.  Yet I am tired and not fully awake and I say, “I’m saving those for Kieran”.  And there it is… Wait for it…The first morning WHINE.  I haven’t even sipped my coffee and honestly I walked straight into it.  Internal thought: holy mother of Pete, it’s just yogurt… Why oh why can’t you just choose one of the flavours I offered?!?!  Crap… the pasta is burning, the fridge is open and now Kieran is offering the holy grail of why he only eats vanilla yogurt.  As his soliloquy is running on and I am slowly loosing patience and I begin to wonder, “why am I saving the Vanilla yogurt just for Kieran? If the others want it then they should get it too… and when did I become a 5 star restaurant that catered to the every whim and need of 3 boys.”   Vanilla yogurt is it for my 6 year old and note to self: Breakfast is on the table… It’s all good food that I know they love.  No one is starving in this house and I am one fabulous mamma who makes their worlds spin!

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