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This is what I wish happens at our house every morning:

I wake up promptly at 6am, well before the kids, refreshed after a good night’s sleep. I spend an hour with the Lord while sipping my freshly brewed coffee. After being energized physically and spiritually, I walk (while humming) to the boys’ room and gently wake them up saying, “Good morning darlings, it’s time to get up and get ready.” They rub their sleepy eyes and respond, “Good morning, mother,” and immediately start getting themselves dressed without me having to tell them. I go into the kitchen and make us all a balanced breakfast. We sit down to breakfast as a family, Daddy kisses us all goodbye and leaves for work, and I walk both kids leisurely to the bus stop.

This is more like what happens at our house every morning:

The boys break into our room around 7am, screaming and laughing. They jump into our bed and I dream that I’m being ambushed by the enemy. I finally kind of wake up only to see a 24lb toddler straddling my stomach and jumping up and down trying to ride me like a horsey. With every jump he screams, “Mama, I want ‘nack!” (Translation: Mama, I want snack!) I manage to roll off the bed unhurt, leaving Larry to deal with the two jumping monkeys. I go into the kitchen to tend to the first order of business, boiling water for my morning coffee. The kids come into the kitchen and I try to make them eat breakfast, but they’re too busy arguing about who gets to press down the plunger on my French press. I kick myself for teaching them the verse, “The first shall be last and the last shall be first,” because now they quote it to each other and to me when they argue. I soon tire of refereeing the shouting match and send them to their room to get dressed even though they’re only half done with breakfast. Larry tries to kiss me goodbye, but I’m too irritated to kiss him back. I sit in the kitchen and savor my coffee in my one minute of peace. As I’m sipping, I look over at the clock and….oh no, only 15 minutes until the bus comes! I go in to check on the kids and they’re lounging around naked in their room. I get Turner dressed and make repeated threats to CC to get some clothes on. After the 10th time, he finally complies. I throw some lunch into his lunch box, some clothes on myself, and leave the house teeth unbrushed, hair uncombed. CC races down the sidewalk on his scooter with me following with Turner in the stroller at breakneck speed until we get to the bus stop. Thankfully, the bus isn’t always on time and the kids have time to play a few rounds of hide and seek with the other boy waiting there before the yellow school bus pulls up. Turner and I wave goodbye to CC and walk leisurely home where I have a second chance to begin the day again in the right way.

What do mornings look like at your house?

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Fixing the stop sign

Fixing the stop sign

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The prompt for this week is…

Rhythm

GO

My morning prelude begins with pitter patter of little feet on the carpet heading toward my room. In my half sleep state I see him peering at me from the edge of the bed clutching his Clifford, monkey and moose. As I hoist him up onto the bed, he whispers, “Mama, I love you,” and those three whispered words erase all his naughtiness from yesterday that I had still been harboring. But before I can enjoy snuggling with my firstborn, I hear the cries from the other room. Sometimes the cries come before the pitter patter and sometimes they come after, but they will always come within five minutes of each other without fail every morning. So I haul my tired body out of bed and am greeted by a sweaty little head and dimpled little hands peering over the crib. Larry’s alarm goes off. The hum and ding of the kettle signals that the water for my morning coffee is ready. Chubby baby hands bang on the tray of the high chair and send cheerios flying everywhere. CC is up and there’s a litany of Mama, I want, I want, I want…

This is the rhythm of my mornings and every beat is music to my ears.

STOP

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