It’s almost 6:00 in the morning. My dogs and cats are dancing quite animatedly at the kitchen door eager to do their morning business in the backyard. I’m trying to get pumped up to begin my fitness/health routine while trying to motivate a 15 year old and a 17 year old to jump in the shower. There’s only so much “Miss Merry Sunshine” that this gal can possess. Today, that disposition is running extremely thin. (Insert caffeinated drink number 2.)
Typically in the morning, I prepare the boys chocolate chip pancakes. I also prepare a ‘go plate’ for boy number 3’s “brother from another mother.” This morning boy number 2 (also known as the bear as he seems to hibernate and is difficult to awaken during the week) announces that he’s ‘burned out’ on pancakes and would like something else. As I process the request, I am thinking to myself “Go with it, maybe this will motivate him to get up easier for at least a couple of mornings.” Sadly, the frustrated parent was also inside my brain thinking, “Okay, Mr. Prima Donna, eat some cereal like many of your buddies do each morning.” I am so glad that I didn’t verbalize that thought to him. He’s a big guy, but I am sure that a reaction such as my second thought would have caused him to overreact making the morning much more busier and more of a struggle. Shaking the negative aside, I prepare some chorizo and eggs for him, roll two breakfast burritos, and stow away the leftover mixture for tomorrow. It may sound corny or overplayed, but in all honestly, his smile and simple, “Thanks, Mom.” made the extra work all worthwhile. (Not to mention, everything is already prepared for breakfast burritos for him tomorrow.)
Now, I am just waiting for boy number 2 to announce he’s done with pancakes, too (which will probably never happen as he’s a creature of habit).