I stepped in syrup yesterday morning. Then I sat in it. Followed by 20 minutes of cleaning up syrup that stretched from the kitchen to the dining room into the living room and down the hall. (Granted that's not a ton of square footage in our house but still) An hour later I went to put on my flip flops to go outside and yep, you guessed it, syrup. In my flip flop. Then I swiftly and with much volume and authority banned Eggos from the house! No more I declared. That's it. DONE. And while I was at it I also declared (for the 718th time) no more eating breakfast or any other meal at the coffee table.
Today the kids had Eggos for breakfast. And they ate them at the coffee table. I am weak. I have no real gumption, no backbone as they say. Ok well sometimes I do. But at 6:30 in the morning after being woken up multiple times in the wee hours of the morning and 7 weeks into the summer break... I have little or no motivation left. Eggos they can get all by themselves. They don't even have to wake me up. And at that point my brain has no ability to process the more logical and sensible choice (get up and get them something else so that I don't have to deal with syrup-house later.)
Three weeks from tomorrow school starts. The syrup messes will be less frequent and the house will stay cleaner for longer (right? It will, won't it?). Then, almost magically, my kids will awake happy, pour themselves a bowl of healthy cereal, put the milk away, get themselves ready, brush their teeth and skip out the door and 6 blissful hours later they will jump off the bus happy to see me and ready to obligingly sit and quietly do their homework all while holding hands and singing "Love at Home". I'm going to refrain from looking back at prior posts for how I was feeling at the end of the school year.
22 days. Yes, I am counting.
