Breakfast

Now there are two: Tolkien and Montgomery, both sharing the initials of two of my favorite authors. However having a 2.5-year-old and a 3-week-old means a lot of big changes. High on the list including, 45 minutes intervals between night feedings for Montgomery, crack of dawn wake up calls from Tolkien, constant battles with household chores in spite of helpful toddlers restarting just finished loading of laundry so the clothes are soaked and have to go through another spin cycle only for the toddler to do it again, and Montgomery projectile vomiting on a freshly laundered basket as well. I just can't win. And then my offspring have a significant aversion to letting me eat. Or have coffee. It's enough to make one rethink IVs just to get enough caffeine to function.

Last night Montgomery didn't sleep well and Tolkien didn't want to hold still. And of course, my beloved husband had to work. I looked at the easy breakfast I had thrown together for myself, including coffee, and thought "it's lovely but there is no way my children will let me eat it. Lord, do you think you could help me?" And just like that, Montgomery fell asleep and stayed asleep for ten minutes. And Tolkien played quietly at the same time. It was a miracle!!! And just as I finished my coffee, Montgomery woke back up and Tolkien needed attention. But it was enough, to remind me that even on a bad day, I'm not done this alone.

Rules #221

This one comes from my beloved husband. 

Don't either over ten cents and buy the onions your actually want.