Let's face facts here. June Cleaver, I'm not. That dream died right along with the dawn of the new Millennium.
I realize that I am the mother at this address and that I am currently unemployed, but there has got to be more to my life than providing sustenance for my family on a daily basis. Doesn't there?
What, do you ask, was the catalyst of this epiphany?
It's all THEIR fault.
Those little babies above are causing quite a stir lately at the Daily Dandy headquarters.
Let's start at the beginning, shall we? I get up every weekday morning, bright and early with Frick and Frack, before school. My Guy is the "official riser". He then wakes me from my peaceful slumber and either he or I wake the children for school. I have always got up with my kids, gave them breakfast and sent them off to school. Even when I had a live in nanny. No exceptions. To me, it is right there in the Mom's handbook under job description. As first one up, it was and still is, my job to get breakfast ready for everyone so that we can maximize those precious early morning minutes before the school bus. Some days thing run smoothly and some days; not so much.
Since I am an early riser in general, getting the kids breakfast and off to school is like second nature to me. Usually breakfast amounts to nothing more than a choice of a toasted bagel with cream cheese, cereal, fruit or instant oatmeal. No big deal. Frick and Frack are certainly old enough to get their own breakfast without assistance from me, but I am present nonetheless.
Recently, I got a coupon for the cinnamon buns and bought them so that I could serve them for breakfast. I decided to surprise everyone one day a few weeks ago and got up a half hour early, so that I could bake the buns and have them ready for the morning rush.
Big mistake....Huge. They were a big hit. Great, right! Wrong.
The result has been a unanimous mutiny at the breakfast table, when cinnabons are not present. I have made them once more since that first morning, which is obviously not good enough. They (and this includes all of them) have even thrown in the occasional remark, "sure would have been nice to have fresh, hot cinnamon buns this morning". Like I'm friggin June Cleaver or something.
The tasty little morsels take 18-23 minutes to bake, then must cool for a few minutes before adding the frosting. Completing this process requires that I rise 30 minutes earlier that the rest of the household so that they will be ready and available for breakfast. Now I don't mind the occasional 5:30 wake-up, but on a daily basis? They are out of their freakin minds.
Despite the fact that consuming that amount of sugar and preservatives daily would not be prudent or healthy and that I have pointed this fact out on numerous occasions, the cinnabon controversy continues here. I have created a breakfast monster, with zero support from My Guy, as he is a card carrying member of Team Cinnabon.
Is this not a modern world we live in?
Listen Beaver, June got breast implants and botox and has a part time job at the mall. It's not all about you people any more. You, Ward and Wally are on your own in the morning because June has a life and a book club and a gym membership . Get over it and get your own God damn breakfast!