Sunday, April 17, 2011

And on the 7th day, she didn't yell

Most mornings here are a little chaotic.  Organized, but chaotic nonetheless.  We usually have about 40 minutes to get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, brush teeth, brush hair, put on shoes, and get out the door.  It's almost as if we're all laying in bed and there is a "ready, set, BREAK!" that happens and we all jump up and start moving, sometimes at a feverish pace.  The pace is what makes it chaotic, the organized part is that the kids' clothes are already out, the lunches are made, the backpacks and shoes and jackets are all where they are supposed to be so there is no hunting around for things.

If you were to stand outside my house you'd hear a lot of yelling in the morning.  A lot of, "Sorry you don't like that today, that's what's for breakfast!",  "Yes it does match, you've worn that before!",  "You are not wearing flip flops, it's raining outside, for God's sake!",  "No, you're not done yet, count to 32 in your head and then you can be done brushing your teeth!", "I'm leaving, is anyone coming with me?"  and so on and so on.

This morning, however, was different.  We had no place to be.  I abandoned the typical breakfast of cereal or french toast or bacon or whatever.  Instead I handed everyone a frozen yogurt popsicle (I just freeze the Gogurts) and we hudled on the couch and watched Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom about whale sharks.  It was a yell-free morning.  It was awesome. 

 

3 comments:

  1. If they're willing to sit through Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom (which I LOVED!) then they gotta love the Planet Earth series! Check it out if ya ain't!

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  2. The one with David Attenborough narrating though. I can't vouch for Sigourney's narration.

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  3. youre lucky. my morning consisted of the kids at grandmas house (they stayed the night last night), me picking kids up, asking if they wanted to go to the asparagus festival, went over all the rules about going, came home got half of them dressed, then the meltdown (from ryan) and now we are not going anywhere. boo for the emotional 15 year old girl who happens to be a 9 year old boy.

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