Mornings at home are up and down.
You never know what you are going to get when the alarm clock goes off.
Some mornings, nothing goes right, the boys are fighting, I'm yelling, and we're all in tears. We eat frozen waffles. We might even forget breakfast. And I wonder why I ever thought I could be a working mom. Or just a mom, period.
Some mornings, everything goes right, the boys get along, we eat a warm breakfast I've cooked, everyone dresses themselves without even being asked, and we're all smiling and laughing on the drive to school.
Today was a combination of both.
Despite the freezing (27degrees!) temps, we all woke up on time, I showered and dressed, and came downstairs to a wonderful sight: two fully dressed little boys who were not only playing well together, but they had created a second Christmas wish list. One of presents they wanted that they could SHARE.
They WANT TO SHARE.
It bears repeating.
My heart warmed up about two thousand degrees.
Could any parent be so fortunate to have such wonderful children?
I then made eggs and sausage, and they decided to sword fight with marshmallow roasting tongs.
Not exactly Team Safety this morning, are they?
Since it was cold, proceeded to go warmup my car.
Only to find my battery was dead, because a certain smaller someone had left a light on it in the back of my car.
Two nice neighbors later (thanks Bruce and Jeff!), I had my Mommyvan charged, the boys bundled themselves, and we drove off.
We pulled up at 7:42am, and the boys even managed to get in the building right before the bell rang.
It was the best of times, and the worst of times.
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