My kids, my angels, my adorable ones, my monsters decided to make us breakfast this a.m. now I was not particularly receptive at this point as along with my nocturnal awakenings by O they woke us up after a mere 5 hours sleep with a screaming match in their bedroom. These are the times I wish they didn't share a room.
So what can a 5 year old, 3 year old and a soon to be 2 year old make? Hmmm carrots in their cereal anyone? I am serious. They made us tupperware bowls of cereal which look to be brown and orange floaty things. The orange things are as I have said, carrots. The brown floaty things? It does not resemble any cereal that we have in the cupboard. Could they have used, and this is just a guess, bread crumbs?
For their own delightful breakfast they had toast an jam. The evidence of which is on the front of the dishwasher, the counter, the table, the backs of the chairs and on my mail, which is nowhere near where the bread, jam, toaster sink is. Perhaps they needed something to read while they ate?
My mode of grumpy mom who didn't get enough sleep gives me the escape of not having to put on a brave face and eat this stuff. Yes, I am a mean mom. I didn't appreciate their efforts whatsoever. You want me to like your breakfast? Let me sleep. End of story.