Are you waking up late to one or two cranky kids and one or two cranky pets? Do you race out the door only to find that both van doors are iced shut? And your children are each missing one mitten? Maybe your dog ate your cat’s breakfast. And liked it.
What’s the best solution to combat a bad or mediocre morning? A great breakfast. That’s right. Start today. (or tomorrow) Go somewhere great and order something great. If it has a drive-through, pay for the person behind you. If not, leave a tip.
And so. I really was going to do a Wordless Wednesday post but this morning was as rough as always, and I can’t blame my family at all. I’m not biologically equipped for early mornings and I’m not biologically equipped for winter, so when you put them together, it’s bad. And I’m also not biologically equipped for caffeine, which is sad, so it’s usually all about water and squeezing Cassidy’s butt when he goes out the door. That does the trick. Until I get to the car and the doors are stuck shut and we all crawl in through the front, and then the empty gas light goes on and my fingers are freezing because my gloves don’t know how to glove. Things get drastic. Until a doughnut fresh off the press, and a fried egg and bacon sandwich.