So this morning, after only having five hours of sleep because I have a teething non-sleeping baby, the middle child (age 5) is demanding pancakes.
I don't want to make pancakes. But he has to have syrup! We compromise on waffles, and I dig out two freezer burned blueberry Belgian waffles that I've been in the bottom of my freezer for who knows how long.
Pop them in the toaster, and throw the non HFCS $17.99 a bottle real maple syrup on top. Middle child then eats one bite and exclaims I'M DONE! (Face palm)
Meanwhile the oldest child is pouting at the table, saying I'm the meanest mom ever because I asked him to choose something other than oatmeal for breakfast.
What's wrong with oatmeal you ask? It's healthy, it's good for you, as my Mom used to say "it sticks to your bones". Yes to all of that. But guess what, he has been eating oatmeal for five freaking years straight.
Yup, Monday through Friday since he was 2 1/2 years old. He only takes a break on the weekends for pancakes and bacon, he is now seven. I give in of course, because I love him and he's cute and I know he'll eat it.
Pan over to baby. The grumpy, drooling, beautiful whiny baby (boy #3) that will not allow me to sleep, proceeds to take off his diaper and start peeing on the tiled floor.
His two brothers point it out to me while giggling of course. No probs it's tiled floor, it's easy to clean up. But he didn't just pee on the easy to clean up flooring, he also peed on a half opened bag of white cheez-its, then proceeds to pick one up. As I do my best pre Caitlyn Jenner sprint over to the baby, to try and grab the urine soaked cheez-it from his hands, I step on a lego. You know the pain. But it's not just any lego, it's minecraft lego. A Steve lego figure to be exact. That smug blockhead looking up at me, with his stupid pixelated shirt, point one.
I threw a dirty dish rag on top of the puddle of pee, and changed the baby's diaper. Turn on my keurig, put my French vanilla coffee and my cute little owl mug, and decided drink my coffee, in peace, on the laundry room floor with the door closed.
Good morning friends!