Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Breakfast for champions?

There seems to be a lot of buzz these days in the mommy-blog world and in my personal world about mornings, and the rush/chaos that goes a long with a giant cup o'Peet's Coffee. I've been trying to figure out if it's the Spring Break anticipation. Or us all adapting to the time change. But one thing I do know is that with three kids my mornings generally suck.
It often starts with my husband turning off the alarm and going back to sleep. Me waking in a startle usually saying a few cuss words at my husband and jump out of bed. The kids are usually already awake either annoying one another or playing under the blankets in my daughters room. Neither one of them could ever take the initiative to get themselves dressed or God forbid get their own breakfasts!
I generally start with getting breakfasts done and at the table. This also causes a few cuss words and a 'Hurry up!' from me... But most often it just ends in me being annoyed and a half eaten breakfast. I try my hardest to get my kids to eat healthy in the morning. They aren't too fond of eggs, and honestly I've had it easy for the last three and a half years with my son because every day since age one he has requested oatmeal. (Except for weekends when he suckers me into making pancakes.) But the current status of breakfast with my two kids that aren't breastfeeding is: BREAKFAST IS BAD!
I haven't even figured out why this is either. I make fruit smoothies "they're too cold." they whine. I buy frozen waffles "these don't taste as good as the other kind." My son refuses to have a bowl of cold cereal with milk. It's like asking him to eat squid for breakfast. My daughter won't touch oatmeal with a ten foot pole, but likes the cold cereal... of course it can't be a bowl of Cheerios or something, it has to be half Cheerios and half Gorilla Munch or Three Sisters Cinnamon Sweets.
This is usually when my third child wakes up crying... and all the while my husband is still leisurely taking a long hot shower. The coffee of course is no where near done brewing, and lunches are still unmade. But, I continue with the cussing, and the constant shouting of "Hurry up! You'll be late for school!" Thank goodness we do not have a bus to catch or they would never ever leave the house. Sometime around 7AM my husband casually walks into the kitchen and sweetly kisses me on the cheek to say good morning. Forgetting about the cuss word I mumbled at him when I realized he had yet again turned off the alarm. The good thing about my husband is he will always pour my cup of coffee first. He knows his hand will be bitten off if he doesn't. So we are in sync that way.
Somehow in the rush of making lunches I will hear my kids either bitching and moaning about their breakfast or my daughter finishes really quickly and I'm stuck listening to her loudly sing in the bathroom while putting her hair up into the perfect eight year old lopsided pigtails. My son however will sit there for as long as it can possibly be before I finally get so fed up with saying "EAT!!" that I just send him away. Yet again, throwing out a bowl or plate of uneaten food, and him going to school hungry.
I have no problem with him going to school hungry, but what seems to happen is a quick downward spiral for the rest of the day when this happens. Mainly because he is so hungry at snack time that he eats his whole lunch, and then at lunch he has nothing left, and by the time I pick him up, he is a whiny cranky four year old.
And see, it all starts with breakfast, the most important meal of the day. When I read through classic 1950's cookbooks I see that Mothers back then were starting breakfast out with a fruit cup, eggs, toast, and a glass of fresh squeezed juice. Did those kids complain?
When I was a kid breakfast was always a bowl of cereal. You can have Cheerios or Life, take your pick. And on the rare occasion we had Eggo's. I do remember once my Dad getting so frustrated with me for not eating breakfast that he made me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  When I remembered this yesterday morning I finally realized what to do about my son. He loves Sunbutter and honey sandwiches. So I popped an English muffin into the toaster and made him his favorite sandwich. There was no yelling, no half eaten breakfast to throw away.... There was smiles all around.

I wonder.... should we just skip breakfast and go straight to lunch?

1 comment:

  1. Tried sticking breakfast in the lunch box? And I've got a husband with a penchant for setting the alarm for an hour before he needs to get up and then hit snooze every 5 minutes 12 times. That inspires very unladylike language. :-)