Scrambled Eggs and Coffee

This is a “yay me” post, completely and totally self indulgent. My blog, therefore I can freely indulge!

 

Most people who know me understand very well that I am not to be talked with, reasoned with, even dealt with in the morning before that blessed caffeine has had a chance to flood my bloodstream with its personality adjusting chemicals. And the caffeination process can take up to three hours on some days. (some would say that it can take up to 3 months, but that’s a different blog)

 

However, being the only (so-called) adult in a houseful of school-age children, one has to learn to fake it till one makes it. (Hard to fake caffeination, but I can approximate it when absolutely necessary). I recently made a deal with one of the kids, and my part of the deal was to get up and cook him the breakfast of his choice. Yes, I made this deal a full week ago. Until this morning Mr and Mrs Pillow and their cousin Sir Duvet held me in their thrall and would not allow me the temptation of culinary exploits in the kitchen. They usually only let me go once we are running late and would laugh hysterically at the picture of me running around like a chicken without a head panicking.

 

Well, this morning, I have no clue what happened. Eldest child brought me my coffee (how spoiled am I? not really– in this house knowing how to make Mama Bear’s coffee is a survival skill…) and asked me how I was able to have woken up and be somewhat coherent pre-coffee. I guess my grunts were more verbose than usual.

 

After 3 sips of the delectable nectar of the gods I bounded out of bed and skipped to the kitchen (poetic license abounds in this post) announcing to all and sundry that they should move their perfect posteriors and convene in the kitchen for scrambled eggs and toast. (I know, not exactly haute cuisine, but anything other than cold cereal is a treat. Poor poor children!)

 

Oh the fun I had confusing my progeny. Who are you and what have you done with our mother??? But what a payoff for such a small sacrifice. “Oh Ima, scrambled eggs AND toast – you are the best!”,  “I love your scrambled eggs – they are so light and fluffy”. “Ima, you can taste the love in these eggs”. Mommy is happy to feed her children, children are happy to have a cooked breakfast, teachers are happy that the kids are well fed and able to learn, and all is right with the world.

 

Right now the children are hoping and praying that this is not a one time thing, the kid with whom I made the deal is definitely going to be keeping his side of our deal (which escapes me right now……definitely need more coffee). Total head trip – I feel totally good about my mothering. It won’t last, you know it won’t, one of the kids is bound to ask something of me that I shall have to say no to on grounds of some principle or other, and then my mommy’s crown will be all tarnished and beat up. But until then, I shall totally enjoy the outpouring of love from these little belly-filled people. Sigh. Life is good.

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3 Comments

  1. Jack says:

    Hard to fake caffeination

    That should be on a t-shirt, or something along those lines.

  2. hadassahsabo says:

    I couldnt agree more! thanks for stopping by Jack!

  3. It won’t last, you know it won’t, one of the kids is bound to ask something of me that I shall have to say no to on grounds of some principle or other, and then my mommy’s crown will be all tarnished and beat up.
    No, no, no. They will be so grateful for the breakfast(s) that they will accept the no gracefully.

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