Grumpy morning for me. Chris nudged me at 6:15 to wake me for the shower. I had just fallen back asleep after feeding Griffin at 5 am. I may have bitten Chris’s head off just a lil’ bit, but I finally crawled out of bed and made it to the shower muttering grumpy, pitiful platitudes about a lack of sleep.
The kiddies didn’t want to wake up. I forgot to make the bottles last night. The shirt I wanted to wear needed to be ironed. Griffin wanted just one more feeding before I left for work. In other words, we were all going to be late.
My grumpiness increased until I was officially on edge. I was trying to make my lunch as I yelled to the boys to get their shoes on NOW. Brennan was playing with magnets on the fridge. He found the magnet that played music, pushed the button to make the music play and yelled to me, “Dance, momma, dance!”
“Brennan, Mommy is trying to make her lunch, so…”
He pulled the magnet off of the fridge, walked over to me and pushed the button again.
“Dance, Momma, Dance!” Aidan walked over to me giggling and joined in the fun.
“Come on Mom,”Aidan said as he laughed, “Dance.”
And so I did. I made my turkey sandwich and danced around the kitchen. I wiggled my hips, kicked my legs and moved my butt. The boys dissolved into laughter. We all danced and the grumpiness was gone. Just like that. I left for work smiling without a grumpy thought or pitiful sigh in sight.
Years from now, we aren’t going to remember the grumpy mornings, but I hope we all remember that we danced.
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