Last night we had one of those nights… you know, the nights when each kiddo takes a turn waking up- crying, inconsolably. I was exhausted this morning, when at 7am, Jackson, along with his bumble bee pillow pet, crawled into bed with Addison and me. He was up and ready to start the day. I was not. Addison was still soundly sleeping. I put him inbetween us, turned on PBS, rolled over and went back to sleep. A good hour later I pulled myself out of bed. He laid there quietly watching TV the entire time. Sweet kid. I made my way out to the kitchen to pour him a sippy cup of milk. The last of the milk.
About twenty minutes later, Addison crawls out of bed; "Mommy I am thirsty." Here is how I quickly lost my mother-of-the-year status… I ask what would you like? "Chocolate milk" she says. And there it is. As soon as the words came out of my mouth I knew. I knew I had just made the biggest mistake any mother could make. Chocolate milk. Of course she wanted chocolate milk. Who runs out of milk and then asks their toddler (who loves chocolate milk in the morning) what they would like to drink? And that was it. With those four words, “what would you like”, I quickly became the world's worst mom. Now she is annoyed that Jackson got the last of the milk and is on the brink total meltdown.
So, I do the only sensible thing to calm her… I offer her caramel chocolate cake for breakfast with a side of carrot juice. Which, of course, quickly made up for this mama’s incompetence.