This morning got started on the wrong foot from the very beginning.
And I’m not proud of it, but it was pretty much all my fault.
The boys and I came downstairs and they were playing and I sat down to read a few blogs. When the boys were ready for breakfast, I walked into the kitchen to find that we were somehow already running late (they had summer preschool this morning).
I started making breakfast and Matthew immediately spilled an entire yogurt drink in his lap, which soaked into the fabric of the dining room chair and dripped onto the floor. I sent him to his room to change out of his wet pajamas and asked him to get dressed.
As I scrubbed the chair cushion, I realized that not only was I angry, but that it was snowballing in my head. I was ticked that the yogurt got spilled when we were already running late. I was ticked that the fabric on the cushion is trashed from cumulative spills. I was ticked at myself because we got rid of his booster seat when he was 3 because we assumed he would grow, and he hasn’t, and he needs a booster seat. I was ticked that I have a 4 year old small enough to need a booster seat.
I got his breakfast on the table and he still wasn’t down, so I went upstairs to find him still in his yogurt-soaked pajamas, thumbing through a book.
And I was mad about that.
When the boys finally both sat down to eat, I was mad because they wouldn’t stop playing and just eat already.
When we finally got dressed and ready to go, 10 minutes late, it was raining. The boys quickly got INTO the van, but were being silly and not getting into their seats, which meant I was standing in the rain, barking at them to sit down. Isaac was wiggling in his seat, dancing, and telling me what song he wanted to hear in the van. “Okay buddy, but I can’t start the music until you SIT DOWN IN YOUR SEAT, and did I mention that I am getting wet here???”.
I finally got into the driver’s seat and took a deep breath. All right, I was going to have to be the grown up here…..especially since I’m the grown up, dangit.
“Okay boys, mommy has been very grumpy this morning, and it wasn’t okay. It wasn’t your fault, and I know I was mean to you, and I’m sorry. I love you both very much. Can you forgive me?”
“We forgive you, mama, and we love you”.
As if that wasn’t enough, Isaac threw in, “and now I have forgotten all about it”.
Okay boys, now what song was it that you wanted to hear?