I am my own worst enemy. I try to cut corners and work fast to make all the pieces of my life work and come together. I feel I am failing as a mother if my children don’t eat well or are overtired. Consequently I let them sleep as long as possible and then we are short for time for that good breakfast. You see the ugly pattern.
Before driving them to school the other morning for 6:45 a.m. I wanted to them to have a good breakfast but we were running out of time. It would be another scene from Meals on Wheels – they would need to eat in the car-the vulgar antithesis to fine dining or quality family mealtime.I made them whole wheat French Toast covered it in extra Maple syrup hoping that would make them gobble it up.They ate it, got to school on time and I headed to the gym. The planets seemed aligned.
It was not until I returned from the gym that I saw the floor, the steering wheel, my coat, the rug and my gym shorts were all covered in sticky syrup.
Next time I am throwing them both a chocolate bar.