This morning I was shaken from an almost perfect nights sleep by a little boy foot drop kick to the face! Rise and shine! All of us piled on top of each other. Trying to regulate a grouchy dog, a grouchy mom, a grouchy dad, and a wide awake toddler has become sort of a regular morning routine. So I started with the bribes and threats. I was trying to buy myself just five more minutes, when my little monster informed me that he had a tummy ache. "Mom, my tummy hurts so bad because I am so hungry." says the boy.
So as the guilt hit me like a ton of bricks at the realization that maybe I hadn't fed him enough the night before, I pried myself from my cozy nest of pillows and blankets to make him something to eat. Like a zombie I dragged myself to the kitchen, wondering why the sun wasn't up yet. I threw some frozen pancakes into the toaster oven and proceeded to the coffee (which I always manage to mess up when I am that tired). Ding. Now I had pancakes and strawberries on the table, coffee grounds on the floor, and my eyes still closed.
Breakfast ended after three half eaten bites. Three. That was all. Then I was informed that he was too full. I wanted to scream! But settled for cartoons and coffee that was too hot to drink. As we sat there snuggled on the sofa, the bot turned up and looked at me and said: "Mom, you are my hero!"
I was in disbelief. His hero? What did I do? So I asked him. Well turns out that hero keep people from starving to death! So there it was. I stood there over my next steaming cup of coffee, donning my imaginary tights and cape, saving the universe at 6am....one half eaten pancake at a time.