For some people, waking up in the morning is easy-peasy. For others, it is a traumatic experience. Eve woke up in the worst of moods. Two bad things had happened before she even said "Good Morning." First, her brother woke up before her. Yep, you read that right. She was upset because she didn't wake up first and wasn't the first person downstairs. I don't know when this became a competition, but whenever there's a competition in our home, there's always the same winner......Elijah (The Athlete). Nevertheless, she was very upset.
Secondly, she woke up with a crook in her neck. I'm in the laundry room, transferring loads when she comes in.
Eve: Mom, my neck hurts.
Me: Eve, you probably slept wrong.
Eve: No I didn't. I sleep on the bed. (Trust me, that's worth noting.)
Me: (deep breath) I know that honey, but you just have a crook in your neck.
Eve: Well take it out Mom.
Mom: It's not something you can take out, you have to massage it out. Go ask Elijah to massage your neck.
Eve: Mom, Elijah doesn't know how to do it.
Me: Then go ask Aiden.
Eve: Mom, I hate to tell you this, but Aiden doesn't know how to massage my neck either.
Me: ...(Thinking....What 4 yr old says, "I hate to tell you this...")
Me: Okay Eve, I'll do it. Just give me a minute.
FYI....Her neck hurt the entire day. She couldn't eat at the dining room table (so she says). Therefore, he food had to be brought to her. She had to rest on the couch and watch ALL of her favorite shows while eating her favorite snacks. It felt better when we went out though.
BTW...I never got a "Good Morning Mom."
Mommy Phoebe Free
These are simple letters to my kids...about their antics.