Normal? or maybe not.
But after this morning, maybe everything being normal isn’t exactly what I want to strive for. Take our “normal” morning today. Cameron wakes up around 6:30 AM, and the others not long after. Ella drinks all the milk out of her cereal bowl, then dumps the cereal out on the table and tosses the bowl, letting me know she’d rather have Cameron’s oatmeal instead. Later she manages to finagle half a cookie out of me, but tosses it across the table as well, because she wants the whole thing. Then she opts instead for a banana, which she smushes all over the table, chairs and up and down her arms…just because she can I guess. And she found a marker...need I say more?
Also what is fairly normal in our household is Cameron asking at least 9 times before 10 AM if he can have a friend over to play Lego Star Wars. And when I continually tell him it’s too early, he decides to occupy himself by terrorizing his brother and sister, chasing them around the house threatening to eat them. Their response includes ear splitting screams as they try to hide around me. Basically, all hell breaks loose.
And what’s typical for Max is whining….all…morning…long.
So maybe I don’t need everything to be so normal after all. .