Every morning it is exactly the same thing. Lila gets up and goes downstairs and a few minutes later I come clomping exhaustedly down the same stairs barely awake and heavy with sleep and Lila comes RUNNING to me excitedly trying to jump up onto me for a hug as if we had been apart for the length of a prison sentence or something.
Most times I barely catch her and she throws herself at one leg contentedly rubbing the side of her face against me as I struggle to keep my balance. I pay her no mind as I limp steadily to the kitchen to make myself coffee. I admit it - My cup of coffee is the only thing that makes me capable of putting up with the absurd amount of streaming energy that the kid has first thing in the morning.
I remember KNOWING that I was not allowed to ask my mother for ANYTHING until she had a few minutes to sit down with her cup of coffee and have a few sips in peace. I knew it. I understood that if I did ask for anything I would get a response like this:
|That's my mother before her morning coffee.|
I just KNEW this...as far back as I remember. So why is it that MY kid, as whip smart as she is, feels the need to help me start my day with demands for 10 different cartoons, none of which are on right now and specific pieces of cereal with a certain very measured amount of milk, when I can barely function enough to remember to flush the toilet? Have I not traumatized her enough to make her understand that Mommy needs her coffee first? Do I have to turn into this EVERY morning:
Because no matter how many times I say nicely "just give Mommy a few minutes to wake up" I get the same whining and complaining and demanding which always turns me into the evil Mommy who won't feed her child.
Is it wrong that I just need like 15 minutes? Seriously. Just long enough to brew a pot of coffee, sit down have like 5 sips so that I can be more like this: