The game of motherhood is no different. Yesterday morning was a stellar one. Let me recount how it went down, with a rating of how remarkable each event was (scale of 1-10, one being as common as meltdowns and ten being as rare as Hailey’s Comet):
I woke up feeling refreshed (8)
Chloe woke up happy (3)
Gavin woke up happy (12)
Gavin was hungry (5)
Chloe was hungry (1)
I was inspired to make french toast (7)
Gavin thought it was a great idea! and did NOT throw himself on the floor at the tragedy that I could even suggest something so horrible, and instead couldn’t he just have some yogurt? (10)
Gavin helped me cook while Ian played with Chloe (3)
Both kids ate ALL their french toast (6)
And asked for MORE (8)
We ate, we danced, we laughed. It was a regular day in the Brady Bunch household. I’m not going to lie, that kind of morning sets you on cloud 9 for the rest of the day (or at least until dinnertime).
Lest you worry that my family has been taken over by pods, I assure you, breakfast was back to normal today.