Remember as kids, all the commercials showed mom and dad sitting at the breakfast table with little Johnny, with the dad hoisting a hot cup of coffee to his mouth while mom poured him a balanced breakfast of pancakes, bacon, Lucky Charms and whatever else?
That is the biggest pile of bull crap I've ever been fed from TV.
Well, that and the belief that I'd grow up to look like a GI Joe or He-Man, but one has to start being realistic at some point in life.
Our morning routine is something like this:
Wife feeds baby and gets ready while I wake up kid #1. I may or may not get an extra fifteen minutes of sleep, depending on both how loud my wife is being and how late I worked the night before.
Wife makes up her lunch for work and if she's not too far behind, may make a pot of coffee for the both of us.
I put together the lunch for Kid #1 while simultaneously trying to wake her up and convince her getting dressed is an actual part of the day.
Kid #1 spends 20 minutes using the bathroom and singing to herself.
Baby goes back to the bed and chats with the bears on her mobile above her bassinet.
I make breakfast for Kid #1, take dog out, and come back inside to convince Kid to put on her coat, only to discover we need to look for her gloves and hat for the next ten minutes.
Wife has baby in car seat, her lunch is made, and she'll give me a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving.
I find my shoes (no time for socks), my coat, and maybe a hat and now spend five minutes looking for the lunch I just packed for the kiddo. Then we're out the door.
She's on time for school, I've got a few minutes to clean myself up before I head into work.
Chaos. They promised me a peaceful breakfast with a hot cup of coffee, pancakes, sausages... I got chaos.
And I love it.
