Coffee, Children and Craziness

Ah, to be a morning person! To wake up as soon as the sun’s first rays of light hit your face and get that surge of energy as you stretch and yawn. To feel alive with no prompting whatsoever from a cup of pure caffeine and needing an hour and a half just to convince yourself that you are indeed awake and must face the day. Can someone tell me, what is that like? LOL. 😂

I am the definition of NOT a morning person. I literally walk around like a zombie in my housecoat and cozy slippers, sipping on my coffee and putting it down in random places for me to find later. Ya know those moms that you see on IG who are getting up at 5am to go run to the gym for a workout while their kids are sleeping and then return home to make themselves a nice spinach and artichoke protein smoothie before lovingly going to knock on each of their children’s doors to tell them good morning? (Cause apparently everyone sleeps in their own room all night long and no one wakes up when mom leaves the house. 🤷‍♀️) Yeah, you wouldn’t catch me anywhere at 5am, let alone at the gym. Definitely not in this lifetime. My son on the other hand could get a job on a farm as a replacement rooster and would put the other roosters to shame. When the sun is up, he is up and there is no convincing his body otherwise. He wakes up and is ready to play Playdough and fingerprint and have a game of checkers and go to the park and the library……..and he mentions all of these things within the first ten seconds of his poor mother opening her eyes. I try my best to embrace his energy and have simple activities we can do together while I am still trying to wake up. It doesn’t always work but I do try. It’s just one of those things about having a high energy little boy who has lots to do. I love his enthusiasm and dearly wish I could borrow some of it from him.

A lot of mornings I don’t feel like making a huge breakfast for the kids. Too often they end up eating cereal in their pajamas on the living room floor while watching Blues Clues so I can have a few moments of peace to bemoan my fate of being awake. And that’s ok. Why be so hard on myself and guilt trip myself into thinking I’m a horrid mom simply because I didn’t make them a three course breakfast with protein smoothies and spinach Omelettes and buckwheat pancakes? They LOVE cereal (I am picky about what cereal they eat though. Nothing with food dyes in it. 😉) they love being in their pjs, and eating in the living room with a movie to start a nice slow, unhurried morning is the best thing ever. So why not? I choose to give myself grace where I need to. And mornings are where I need to. I am a much less grumpy person after I’ve had my coffee and attacked the day at my own pace.

Some mornings look like the picture above. A healthy breakfast of eggs, strawberries and banana bread that my kids helped make themselves. Some mornings I might have it all together and manage to get us all fed and dressed before 8:30. But most mornings I don’t. And that’s OK. There is no prize in this world for being the most put together mom or the first one out of bed in the morning, so I’m not gunna run the race for it. I’m just gunna sit over here in my slippers with my cup of Joe and get ready when I feel like it. ❤️🙂