As with most mornings, I gulp down caffeine, make breakfast for the kids and then stumble around packing lunches, hoping that I haven’t poisoned them because my eyes are still mostly closed when I do this stuff.
They should be lucky they get real food in their lunches rather than a can of olives or that really old bottle of salad dressing from way back in the closet. And be thankful I make them breakfast, I could shove them out the door with a pop tart and some soda and call it a good days work.
Another morning ritual is the daily weather check. After all, who knows when some freak typhoon may be headed for central Jersey, or a stray iceberg lands on the beach. It’s a crazy world out there people, anything can happen.
Apparently artic air is streaming down out of the artic and it’s going to get cold. I conveyed this information to my children so they can properly plan their wardrobe.
The 14-year-old boy reacted to the news of frigid temperatures by putting on a t-shirt and his swim-team hoodie as a defense against hypothermia. When prompted to change into warmer clothes, he switched the t-shirt for one with long sleeves. I know when I am beaten and kissed him goodbye.
The 11-year-old girl comes out of her bedroom in spring weight leggings, a lightweight top and knee length sweater and almost decided to forgo a jacket. Until my eyes actually opened and I maliciously forced her to ruin her stylish ensemble with a coat.
After all I am the worst mother ever for wanting my kids to be, you know, dressed appropriately for the weather.
I’m not sure what technology has recently been put into place in my house, but lately whenever words come out of either my or my husband’s mouth, the kids hear the exact opposite of what we said.
It’s pretty weird.
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