Some days I feel like I’m absolutely rocking this parenting gig, and this morning was one of those moments. I woke Rowan up at 6:20, and I asked him, “What would you like for breakfast?”
“Surprise me,” he said. “But I don’t want regular milk or cereal or strawberries. And I don’t want a muffin.”
“This would be a lot easier if you could just tell me what you want. Surprising you makes me feel worried that you’re gonna be disappointed.”
“But I like a surprise.”
Breakfast was a glass of chocolate milk, a jelly toast sandwich and a handful of blueberries for the WIN.
Then he was dressed, fed, brushed his teeth and loaded on the school bus by 6:52 a.m.
I woke up Liam and Colman without issues. Colman requested scrambled eggs and bacon, which he proclaimed “Delicious.”
In case you’re hating on me, I’ll have you guys know that today was a far cry from Saturday when we went to a meet-and-greet for our neighborhood kindergarteners. Rowan wrapped himself around my leg pretzel-style, and I couldn’t remove him no matter how hard I tried. When one of the other moms was talking about the crisis they had that morning getting her child dressed, I felt compelled to make her feel better by pointing to the child stuck to my leg and saying, “Yeah, he wore this outfit yesterday AND SLEPT IN IT.”
Gasp. That means he didn’t have a bath either.
(We were actually on DAY THREE with no bath at that point because I remember reading somewhere that your kids can actually be too clean and it’s not good to bathe them every day when they’re little. It was on the internet so it must be true. As a parent to three boys, I cling to that kind of information when choosing my battles.)
(That article might have been referring to babies, but my six-year-old is my baby.)
Because I’m all about propping up my fellow moms. No matter how tired, defeated and wrung out you feel on a particular day, you can always sleep on it and try to hit it out of the park the next day. Or you can just talk to me. I promise I have a story that will make you feel better about this whole adulting thing.
(Kevin calls this behavior “enabling.” I’m going to respectfully disagree.)
So I’m feeling good about day two since everybody reported a pretty great first day. I hope everybody else’s kiddos had a great day as well. Let me know how it went in the comments, either here or on Facebook.
And thanks, as always, for checking in with us.