just one morning
I used to be a morning person. Before I had children I never minded getting up before 6:00 in the morning. It was quiet, peaceful, and gave me the opportunity to start my day relaxed and with a little reflection. I would enjoy at least two cups of piping hot coffee and on the weekends would add the newspaper to the routine. I often began my days so refreshed and relaxed that I would regularly accomplish more by 10:00 AM than most people would all day. It was as if I had found a balance, a rhythm.
I was actually delusional enough to think this blissful trend would continue after I had children. I actually believed that, with enough planning and preparation, mornings could be as relaxing and enjoyable with children as the were without.
I was wrong.
Just one morning I would like to have the children get dressed with little or no fighting. Even with their help to pick out clothes the night before they still insist on fussing about something!Just one morning I would love to have breakfast be a quiet experience that is meant to fill bellies and not to pick on one another with death stares across the table.
Just one morning I would love to have the children just accept the fact that their teeth need to be flossed and quit spending more time complaining than it actually takes to floss the teeth.
Just one morning I would like the children to not complain about how the socks fit or the tag feels in their clothes.
Just one morning I would love to put the dog's food down and not have to monitor how close the baby gets to stealing herself a few morsels.
Just one morning I would love to not have to repeat myself over and over and over again.
Just one morning I would love to turn on cartoons and not hear a complaint that they don't like a certain show or that only babies watch shows like this.
Just once I would love to not feel completely exhausted by the time preschool carpool begins at 8:55.
Just once I would like to hear 'thank you, mommy.'
Just once I would like to believe that mornings don't have to be the chaotic mess that they are.
ChristinaY is a freelance writer, PhD candidate, and mother of three. She blogs about her adventures and misadventures at hooey!critic
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