Mornings are rather routine around here. In an ugly, status-quo sort of way.
The Husband's alarm goes off somewhere between 6am and 7am. Some days, if he's feeling particularly motivated, he'll get up at 6am and trudge downstairs to the basement to work out. Most days? He presses snooze roughly 11 times as I lay beside him, ready to punch him in a kidney.
The minute he turns the shower on, C wakes up. Like clockwork. I stumble out of bed, wander half-asleep downstairs to fix his morning cup of milkies and grab the iPad on my way back up. After a quick diaper change, C merrily sits in his pack and play, watching the Movie Du Jour. Most days it's Tangled. Some days it's Cars. This morning? It was Curious George.
While the Husband gets ready for work and C watches his movie, I crawl back underneath the covers in an attempt at just a few extra minutes of shut eye. By 8am, it's out the door and off to the office for The Husband. By now, C is practically throwing himself from the pack and play and that's usually my signal that it's time to venture downstairs.
If it isn't Carter hurtling himself from his confines, it's Sheepie's hot, moist dog breath breathing directly in my face.
Our already monotonous day typically continues with coffee for myself and some semblance of a frozen breakfast for C. French toast sticks, mini pancakes, etc. Don't worry, I usually fancy it up with some fresh cut fruit and a small bowl of yogurt.
Are you bored yet? Don't worry, Loyals. Be honest. Because this morning? I woke up and decided I wasn't going to fall victim to The Same Old Day.
As I dressed Carter for the day, upon waking at 7:30am, I also managed to throw together tonight's Crock Pot dinner. Believe me, Carter was just as confused as I was about putting on his day clothes before lunch.
This morning? I had a diner breakfast date with my handsome little man. And I'm so thankful we decided to switch it up a bit.
We loaded ourselves into the car and drove off to our favorite little run-of-the-mill diner. Chock full of greasy breakfast foods and happy little elderly folks. C was loving it and so was I. It was so nice to get out of the house for a bit, especially during that slow, sleepy part of the morning.
We shared a plate of hash browns, smoked sausage, french toast and Carter's personal favorite, scrambled eggs with ketchup. In between waving at each and every diner patron and making friends with our waitress, we practiced our words and even sang some songs.
So. much. fun. Loyals.
As C began to throw his potatoes onto the floor, I knew it was time to head out. And that's when I realized it. A certain Mama left her wallet at home.
Story of my life.
What's a Mama to do, right? I quickly thought about shmoozing our way through our bill. I mean, my kid is pretty cute, right? Certainly worth the $8.69 it would cost to get us out of there. And then I remembered that I'm the world's worst shmoozer. So? I called the Husband. And begged and pleaded with him to bail us out of the pickle we so quickly found ourselves in.
Thank god The Husband works close to home. And the diner.
Happy Thursday, Loyals!