This morning as usually our son comes walking into our room before the crack of dawn ready for his day. It's 5am and he has no qualms about getting up this early no matter what time he goes to bed. I thought this was a baby thing, but this seems to be lasting past baby stage. Either way, it's early and we are not ready to get up.
I go downstairs to start my working day. I find this annoying because why am I starting my working day at 5am prior to when I actually had to go to work. My husband is snug as a bug in bed still and hasn't even thought of opening his eyes to get ready to leave the house for Denver. I've already been up an hour and I'm thinking, "If I were at a quote un-quote real job" I'd already be an 1/8 of the way through my day. Instead I'm just starting with the first 1/15th. That sounds depressing. Maybe I need some coffee.
I get the cereal and milk. We need to live on a farm considering the amount of milk, grain and eggs we go through in this house. I'm already up before the chickens, I might as well be gathering eggs and milking cows! It might be cheaper than running to the store every 5 minutes because we somehow magically drank 5 gallons of milk in less than a week.
Luckily my son can sit and watch cartoons now. My vice for noisy children at 5am. I click on the TV and head back to our room to "think" about opening my eyes. Ten minutes later the little (or loud monster feet) pitter patter some walking back into our room to jump on the bed. He decides he wants to watch our TV. That would be a "NO". The immediate sound of a "No" to a child sometimes just sets of the worst firestorm of temper tantrum imaginable. This is all so pleasant and it's only 5:15am. To immediate counter act my "No" to stop the temper tantrum, I throw out a little white lie to say that the TV is broken.
I find myself doing this a lot with gadgets, electronics, whatever that I they aren't quick enough to catch on that it really isn't broken yet. For me this seems to squash the temper tantrum pretty quick and he's reluctant to say "OK" and calm the mood.
So, I'm OK with these little white lies. I've even gone as far as unplugging items or removing patters to "prove" that it is broken, just so I don't have to deal with the temper tantrum of me not wanting to have them get their way.
Window's rolled down in the car magically break all the time, loud obnoxious toys magically break (Note to self, ensure no loud obnoxious toys are given as gifts), even the vacuum cleaner seems to break just because I don't "need" help vacuuming. Anything that run on some type of power seems to break quite easily in our house (Lying!!), but the kids haven't caught on yet, so I'm happy with that few minutes of peace and quiet I can leverage to save my sanity.
Is this bad? Probably. Do I care, No.. Right now it's quiet...
Have a peaceful day!
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