Mornings are not my strong suit. I’m not my best self during the hours of 7 and 9AM and I’m an even worse version of myself if I’m up earlier than that. I’m hopeful that once all the kids are miraculously sleeping through the night that I’ll somehow transform into a Mary Poppins type morning person, and have the energy to whip up waffles and French braid all the hair…but until that time, mornings and I are not friends.
I find our family tends to have about 1 or 2 DECENT mornings a week. These are days when I don’t have to ask the kids 600 times to brush their teeth, or to put on their socks, or get off their sibling. That leaves on average 3 or 4 HORRIBLE mornings a week (weekends don’t count because we don’t have to be anywhere, and can stay in our jammies all day if we so choose). Some are more horrendous than others, while some are just crossing the line.
This morning was one of those mornings when I was SUPER thankful that our neighbour is 80 something years old and 99% deaf. It gives me much relief to know that she can’t hear the yelling. I don’t like to yell. I try not to yell. I make a real effort to NOT yell….but on mornings like today there was LOTS of yelling.
I’m not sure if it was because I was up 27 times lastnight with a sick kid, a full bladder, a brain that won’t shut off and a hungry baby….or if I can blame it on PMS (yes, that’s right…I’m only 3 months PP and have already been blessed with that gift again). It’s probably neither. It’s most likely because my children are wild animals. Most of the time they are lovely little creatures, who are fairly good at following rules and meeting my expectations…but in the morning they quite frankly suck.
We have the exact same routine every single morning. They know what needs to be done. This is why on mornings like this morning it BAFFLES me that they are shocked and appalled that I would expect them to brush their teeth. And how dare I expect them to put on hats and coats before heading outside. I mean, it was only -11 out there. I’m completely unreasonable.
I always start by gently reminding them of what they need to do…but eventually my scary voice comes out, and nobody is happy. My heartrate sky rockets to dangerously high, and it feels like flames are escaping my mouth, and smoke is billowing out of my ears. I try to practice deep breathing to calm myself down…but when I look at my fitbit reading later in the day I can see that my heart rate was in “peak” functioning level during the hour it takes me to get them all in the van and to their respective locations. Infact, it’s higher for longer during that hour than it was during my actual workout. That’s beyond ridiculous…but I suppose I should look on the bright side: I’m burning extra calories during that time!!
I know I’m not alone in this. It has been a topic of conversation many a times in my favourite mom group. The struggle is real…mornings suck for most of us. But that doesn’t make me feel any better!! I hate that I yell. I hate that I’m starting their day off on THAT foot. I hate that I have to perform the whole drive to school to try and cheer them up so they can actually start the school day in somewhat of a decent mood (“what’s that sweetheart, you want to listen to the Gummy Bear song AGAIN? OF course…let me put that back on for you”…BARF!!!)
I really want to do better. I want to be a calm and patient mom in the mornings. Do any of my lovely readers out there have any ideas that have worked for your family? Maybe it’s a calming technique you use on yourself, or perhaps it’s some sort of magic spell you’ve used on your own children. Either way, I’m welcome to any tips you may have!!