Have I mentioned that Hailley is not a morning person? Each and every dayspring I am greeted with tears, wails and the best word on earth, "NNNNOOOOOOO!" (insert sarcasm here) This morning Hailley woke me up at 6:45 a.m. screaming in her room. Was she sick? Nooo! Was she hurt? Nooo! Was she scared? Nooo! Hailley was awake, and it was morning.
I am tired of the sunrise tantrums. I want to wake up like Cinderella, with birds singing around me (and making my bed), warm sun shining on my face, and a hot bath and clean clothes (complete with ribbons) to slip into. Hailley is quite effectively ruining my morning fantasies. She would be Lucifer the cat, eating my birds, in the Disney classic. So I made the executive decision that I would not allow her attitude to affect mine. I want my day to start nice, and darn it if I am going to let a whiny toddler set fire to my desires.
I have to figure out how to get my attitude to change hers. So far it's been a bust. But this morning..
When Hailley started her usual meltdown at the ripe hour of 7 a.m., I decided to feed her marshmallows. Yes that's what I wrote, marshmallows. Big fat ones that plugged up her angry beautiful little mouth and turned her frown upside down!
Now we are both smiling, and I know why parents feed their kids that sugary crap at breakfast time. Needless to say I can't keep doing this, but today my birds feel it's safe to come out. I left my bed unmade if any feathered friends make their way in there.
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