The Ozmerican Life

It's 9:15am.  Breakfast is finally done for my children.  They are in a bit of a habit of sleeping in until 8-830, which would be great normally.  But it sort of puts a slow start to the rest of the things I like accomplised by lunch time. I'd actually like to have them up by 7am.  I have also learned that waking them up early brings 4 little monsters from bed rather than my 4 little sweet peas.  This new sleeping schedule I can directly link to 3 things:  Daddy, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles tv show, Mom who likes to go to bed early leaving the first 2 together and unattended. 

I'm sitting at the computer checking emails, banking, reading blogs...all while eating my breakfast.  As a mother of 4, I've learned that it's nearly impossible to be doing just one thing at a time.  My life simply wouldn't work. 

I'm eating leftover whole wheat waffles.  The recipe called for plain yoghurt...I got half way through making them to discover that I didn't have any plain yoghurt.  I had sour cream.  I used that instead.  They worked for the most part except that they are a bit crumbly, and they taste a bit....sour.  So I guess they didn't really work at all.  My kids did eat them, but not without a couple of funny faces and "these taste funny" comments.  Those comments were directly followed by, "just put a little more syrup on them, they're fine." 

In my efforts to be frugal in the kitchen, nothing goes to waste.  Hence my breakfast this morning of sour waffles, because I can't stand to throw them away, and I'm feeling particularly kind to my children.  I'm chasing them with some sweet apples from the orchard...it's bearable.  I'm also explaining to my one child the difference between "your" and "you're" while gently reminding the other 3 upstairs that the noise I hear sounds a bit more like playing that actually doing what they're supposed to be doing.  I'm also solving arguments, and occasionally helping them modify their choice of words to each other.  Okay, so maybe it's not exactly gentle every time.  We go through this every morning....will they ever catch on??  Will my laundry ever catch on and hop itself into the washing machine when it's dirty?  Will my floors ever jump up and scrub themselves on a rag when needed? 

When you're feeling a little hopeless in one area...it's great to compare it to other absolutely impossible things.  It puts a little air under your wings :)

Well, welcome to my usual morning.  I do love them, and can't wait for another one...minus the waffles that is :)