Lately, mornings around here have been, well let's just say, not fun. I am not a morning person by nature and I require coffee before even groaning. Much less deal with a whiny two year old. Unfortunately Jack has inherited my complete dislike of morning. That still doesn't keep him from waking up at the butt crack of dawn to bitch at me for a good 30 minutes. My morning attitude has greatly improved since having kids but I'm still not a pleasant, sweet, patient person. I try...but fail miserably.
Both of my kids require chocolate milk immediately upon their feet hitting the floor in the morning. This started with Chloe when she was about 1 1/2 years old. I thought it would be cute to give her chocolate milk in the morning when I had my coffee. It was and still is. When Jack was old enough, he got it too. It's a morning ritual we all actually enjoy a lot. Until Jack decided to start being difficult, that is.
Chloe is 100% happy with her coco coco and a granola bar until I'm ready to make breakfast. He, on the other hand, needs my full attention. Wants coco, doesn't want coco. Wants coco again. Screams til he gets it. Screams when he does. Wants to eat so I open the pantry...Mind you, still no coffee yet. He can't decide. Five minutes or more will go by while he tells me,"I wook mama! I wook for me!" "I eat eat mine wook!" Ok Jack. Just pick something. This goes on every morning until I eventually say, enough! Close the pantry after picking something out myself and then we proceed to deal with screaming for at least 30 minutes. Yay!
Thank goodness he's so fucking cute. Otherwise I might be tempted to flush him down the toilet. Hehe!