You know you are a spoiled brat when…..
you have a personal mini-fit silently to yourself in the morning by yearning for the days when your mom and grandma did everything for you.
Well not everything, everything….just the kids on a school morning everything.
I worked in Corporate America for almost 8 years, I was pregnant with my oldest daughter when I started my job. From that day until my son was about 9 months old (read….uhm 9 months ago!), my mother or grandmother handled the school morning crap.
I just had to get up, wake the kids up and send them out the door in their jammies with one of them, and working or not, I could climb back into bed for another 30 minutes or more. I never had to worry about lunches or baths, picking out clothes or combing hair and I was grateful. Grateful that my kids had grandparents that could do this for them and super grateful that my night owl ass could get a few more winks.
This all changed after I began to stay at home with the kids. It wasn’t that bad though because my oldest daughter was in second grade. She had 2 years of preschool and 2 years of elementary under her belt. She didn’t want my help in the morning. I could wake her and climb into bed until she came and got me to help her get breakfast 45 minutes later. And my mom or grandma still showed up at the front door to take her to school.
When my son was still little little, I was exhausted from the every 2 hour feedings. Not his or my choice, I actually had to wake him up too. However, he was 7 and a half weeks premature and tiny so we had to get weight on him. My mom and grandma actually came over and woke the girls up then so I didn’t even have to get out of bed. See I am so spoiled! And super lucky of course!
So that spoiled side of me is reeling on this second day of school with two kids instead of one on top of it. I have to stay up late to work, freelancing articles kicks my butt during the week because my son doesn’t like to let me work. Not saying I wouldn’t be irresponsible and stay up too late anyway. I am a night owl, that is what we do.
However, these 7am mornings are sucking. Especially with two kids instead of one. But I have put my foot down, with my mom and grandma and with myself. This is my job, my responsibility and my kids benefit when I do this.
Just do me a favor and remind me of this when I am whiny and acting spoiled or when you run into me in the grocery store and the circles under my eyes are dark and scary.
Who has spoiled you rotten?