Most weekday mornings around here consisit of either one of two situations.
Example A) One or both boys are up shortly after 6 am. There is no reason to be up that early in this house. They come bouncing into our room as loudly as they can and jump into bed inevidably injuring one of us. At this point we are awake but they lay there nicely for about 5 minutes. Boredom sets in so they start poking one of us requesting a phone. They turn on Nick Jr or some annoying game at full sound. If the other boy isn't in bed with us yet, at this point he too will come sprinting in to join the party. We are more alert, so chance of injury decreses as we are able to instinctively protect ourselves as he pole vaults into the bed. They lay there nicely for another 5 minutes until one gets bored and starts poking the other. This quickly melts down into a full on wrestleing match...again injury of one parent is inevidable. Now we are awake and irrtated. "Ok, adult space! Go to your own rooms if you are going to act like this!" This phrase is repeated several times until I'm about to loose my mind. Fuck it, might as well get up and start the day.
Eating breakfast generally goes smoothly but then we melt down into repeated requests to "Change your clothes!" "Go to the bathroom!" "Sit down so I can do your hair.....well if your going to bounce around its going to hurt!" And then comes..."Time to brush teeth." Something SO simple turns into an epic battle. Someone is in tears and shouting about who HAS to go first, "No, I went first last time!" or its a fight over who GETS to go first. Serisouly?! WTF. I recently decided to make a little game to decide who goes first. I hide something behind my back and whoever pick the correct hand goes first. Worked great the first few times but now that has devolved into the second teeth-brusher having a meltdown and accusing me of cheating. I give up.
Example B) We have all over slept and it is now 7:35. By the time I actually get them out of bed, it is 7:41. Durning these mornings, I am the frazzled one. Rushing them about. We have the same arguments and issues as Example A but for the most part they know to just fall in line because mom isn't messing around. I get everything done with military precision and we get to school 1 minute later than usual. No big deal but all the rushing around and pushing them out the door leaves me feeling like a real shit. I am aware that on these days, I have no one to blame but myself.
But every now and then, we have what I like to call a "unicorn" morning. The term "unicorn" can be applied to more than just "morning". We can also have "unicorn" meals, all day behavior, trips, etc. Just like the mythical creature, a "unicorn" is a beautiful, breath taking, and above all, rare site to be held. It is the occasional "unicorn" day or event that is my reminder to not give up hope in my children or my parenting abilities.(This photo is an example of a "unicorn day". There were zero arguments about the outfits, BOTH smiling, and they look freaking adorable!)
This morning they threw me a bone. There were no, I repeat NO, arguments. No tears. No whining. No rushing. Everyone was in a great mood and did exactly as they were told. After drop off, I returned home in an excellent mood and felt like I could take on anything that day. I reflected. Tried to figure out what exactly we
had done differently in order to have such a wonderful morning. I couldn't find an answer. I decided take a deep breath, enjoy the moment and to just chaulk it up for what it was....a unicorn.
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