No Domestic Diva

Get that boy some coffee

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There are several traits I always hoped that I would not pass on to my children.  Some are physical characteristics, some medical ailments, and others that are just parts of my character.  As any parent would probably tell you, I hope that it’s the best of me that passes to my children, and that the bad would somehow end with me.

For example:

My hair.

“Sweet infant Christ,” I would pray, “in your mercy and love, hear and answer me.  Please spare my unborn infant from the constant sorrow and debilitating nature of my cursed curly head.  I pray you might intercede and bless my baby with straight, natural hair. Amen.”

My wheat intolerance/Celiac’s/general irritable stomach issues.

I’ve been allergic, or intolerant, to wheat for the last nine years.  I’ve spent nearly a decade learning, often the hard way, to read labels, ask about ingredients, and pass up on dishes that I once loved.  Thankfully, my kids were not born with any food allergies, and I hope they don’t inherit my late-onset digestive woes.

My inability to fully awaken and function like a normal human being prior to 10am.

I’ve always been more of a night person, and as most parents will tell you, sleep is probably the first thing you lose once you have kids.  I’m able to get by most mornings now that I’ve had six + years to adjust, and I can even complete the necessary tasks like dressing myself and my offspring, feeding them breakfast, and dropping off Joey at school.  I drink 1-2 cups of coffee, but even with the caffeine, I don’t usually feel much like myself until around 10am.  By no stretch of the imagination am I a morning person.

Neither is my son Joey.

Since Joey was a baby he wanted to be up later at night and would always, given the opportunity, sleep later into the morning.  With school, my biggest problem has always been getting Joey to fall asleep at night and get him to wake up and actually get out of bed in the morning.  Every morning I make him stand up before I leave the room when I’m trying to end his slumber.  This gives me better odds that when I come back in five minutes to get him breakfast, he won’t be sleeping again.

Since Joey is six, I let him choose his own clothes the night before and I lay them out for him to get dressed in the morning.  Today is his Christmas party and sing along, so I had him choose from one of his button down oxford shirts to wear to school.  In his defense, he typically only wears shirts like this for pictures, parties and holidays, so maybe that’s why he got confused.  Although, I think it’s more likely that he’s got his Mom’s mental capacity in the morning, and the poor kid just needs some more sleep.  Check out how Joey dressed himself and showed up for breakfast:

Still sleeping...?

When I told him he had his undershirt over his oxford, he looked at me and said "I don't know WHAT you're talking about, Mom." Like there was something wrong with me. I love his expression here too. It says, "Yeah, it's how I roll, Mom."

Can anybody tell me when I can start giving this poor kid some coffee??

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  2. Love this….we actually started the year with the alarm set at 7 for the 8:05 bus, we keep changing it….it’s currently set at 730 and we roll out of bed at 745 and run around with our clothes on backwards for 20 minutes till the bus comes….Sometimes we miss the bus, but it’s worth it

  3. My Mary is like your Joey, so instead of wearing pajamas, she decided she wanted to start wearing her “morning clothes” to bed. I didn’t have a good argument against it since it’s not like she was rolling in dirt in her bed. It saved her a couple of minutes in the morning by not having to get dressed. Now she’s in middle school and wears PJs again. Now that she’s a little older, I don’t have to prod her so much about getting ready for school.

  4. 14 is when I starting giving my little foggy headed daughter her coffee. No one has said boo, but you have to keep pumpkin spice creamer and the like stocked up at all times. My 7 year old son looks just like your guy in the morning. I may try at 12 with him ,we shall see. I wish I had discovered coffee sooner!!

  6. Gotta love it – my 4 year old when she was just barely 3 – stole my diet mt. dew and drank then entire can – filled it with bathroom tap water (yes tap, not toilet this time) and replaced it. I went to take a drink and was like “WTH!?!” She giggled and giggled – we knew then we were in for it……

  7. I wish I had sleepy mornings, my 2 year old wakes up wired and ready to go like she has had 4 cups of coffee already. We always have to tell her its only 7 am sit down and watch cartoons until we wake up. I am sooo not a morning person.

  8. I had no idea for the longest time of following you that you were Joey’s mom. I work at his school and my daughter Emma used to talk about him all the time last year in Ms. Fabian’s class. I love your son, he is so adorable and gives me a hug everytime I see him <3

    • Yeah, my “divine secrets” are out of the bag now at CES! I’ve had a few people recognize me over the last year and figured it was only a matter of time before word got in school. Joey knows I get lots of stuff for “work” (aka my reviews), and he knows I write on the internet…just not about him 🙂

      Glad to know he’s a sweet boy at school too; he’s like that at home as well. And I remember your daughter; I used to volunteer to read with the class on Tuesdays. Emma was always one of Joey’s favorites!

      Just don’t judge poor Joey too harshly because his Mom is so ridiculous : )

        • Thanks! Glad you “get” my humor…People get a different idea when they hear I’m a “Mom Blogger.” They think every day is full of Hallmark moments, crafts and bliss; and although I love my family, it’s usually full of “other” adventures! Thanks again for following 🙂

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