My first born and her old man are the first two to abandon their warm down covers in the morning. They are what some would call “Morning People”. Mei usually comes in the morning, goes to her father’s side of the bed and the two of them walk slowly across the bedroom, and disappear behind the slight click of the bedroom door.
Minutes later (If it hasn’t already happened sometime in the early morning hours) I hear Grabby’s heavy stomping feet, a whimper and then I scoop her up with one arm while lifting up the covers with the other hand. “I want owange zues”. I yell my husbands name. Ten minutes later I am handed an empty bottle that recently contained a very small amount of O.J. Then Grabby slides her body down the side of my bed, and again heavy foot steps and a loud “Good morning Mei” follows.
I dig my head deep under the covers until my savior comes and quietly clicks the bedroom door shut again. By this time my phone which holds three albums or the fantastic Elizabeth Mitchel has been taken and hooked to a speaker to play one of these wonderful albums for our morning soundtrack.
Depending on my husband’s schedule, I will be summoned within an hour or minutes. Today, his schedule required the latter. So my morning black tea with milk was nicely placed on my bedside table and I was asked with urgency to help out.
It particularly took me a long time to come back to consciousness this morning. I am what some would call “Not A Morning Person”.
After finishing my tea and watching my husband finish his breakfast cereal. I head to splash my face with cold water, brush my teeth, and back to the kitchen to make a sandwich for my husband’s lunch (upon request, he usually takes care of his lunches unless in a real hurry). Then we wave him goodbye and take it slow from here.
Breakfast for the girls. Mei usually has the same cereal her father eats (an heritage heirloom organic whole wheat flakes–a staple at our home) with soy milk but adds an extra ingredient–honey, she likes to squeeze it out herself. Grabby will either eat dry panda puff–no added milk– which improves life for me by like a lot since she likes to feed herself, and her fine motor skills are still questionable. Today she settled on cwackews (crackers). I am happy she ate at all. Sometimes she skips breakfast and gets in one of her grouchy moods (Yes Grabby, if you eat you’ll feel better. “No!”)
Then, I get back in the kitchen, prepare lunch boxes, green tea in a travel mug, while Mei entertains herself by drawing, coloring and cutting things to give as gifts for her classmates, her sister or myself. Grabby joined Mei in her morning drawing bonanza today “Would you hand it up mama?” “Yes I would hang it up Grabby, right after I finish getting you guys ready”
I Look at the time. Summon the girls to their bedroom and argue about outfits to be worn. I lay the clothes for both girls on their beds, only Mei is in charge of dressing herself, and Grabby is still evading the whole getting dressed ordeal. Two things Grabby hates: 1. Changing from whatever she’s wearing to something else. 2. Brushing her hair. Actually add one more, 3. Cutting her nails.
I chase Grabby, struggle to take her clothes off, then struggle to put her clothes on. Protests from Grabby make me a little unhappy… well, a lot. By then Mei is all shiny and happy and showing off her awesome outfit that she chose for herself. Her chosen outfits usually entail a skirt over pants (Preferably pink. If not available, any random colors will do) a long sleeved T-shirt and a cardigan with only the top button buttoned–this is no coincidence.
Then off to brush teeth, brush hair, put on coats, socks boots, hats, scarves mittens and if we’re early enough I put on their snowsuits since they’ll be catching the morning playground time at their preschool. We didn’t make it this morning, which made their walking trip from the front door to the car not so comical looking. Kids stuffed in snow gear walk the funniest. Can’t blame them.
Car on, travel mug in it’s designated place, and off we go.
When I come back, I have worked an appetite for the morning and I either eat two fried eggs with some kind of toast. Or if I have enough energy and convince myself to be more healthy, I make a cereal concoction that entails a cup of my husband’s healthy cereal and then add the following: 1 Tbsp toasted wheat germ. 1 Tbsp ground flax seed. 7 walnuts. A handful of blueberries (or cut any fruit available). A substantial sprinkle of sunflower seeds, and Almond milk.
Today this is what I had, and I sat down feeling pleased with myself for my right food choices and decided to tell you about it so you get impressed with me too.
Did it work?
How are your mornings like?