Saturday, May 03, 2008

Please Don't Make Mami Cranky First Thing in the Morning

There is just one thing I need to get my weekend off on the right start (well, besides tons of Max kisses and snuggles): my coffee and newspaper.

All I request is a chance to savor my precious Costa Rican beans while reading the paper. The TV can be blaring, the dog barking, the child running like a madman. I don't care. I just want my coffee and paper.

That short while helps me get ready for the day in a good attitude; it's important to me. A lack of paper and coffee leads to a cranky, off-kilter Tere who feels like her day just isn't right.

But every single weekend without fail, as I settle in on the couch with my goods, the same scene plays out: Max catches a whiff of the "cafe" and runs to me, whining at my knees for some. He clambers up beside me and shoves his precious little face right between my paper and my cup.

The spilled coffee and torn newspaper sections are inevitable. In the end, I don't mind that I can't have my way and enjoy this morning routine. Such is life with a two-year-old, right? What I mind is the whining in my ear and the tantrum that results when I deny him coffee. You can set your clock by it. I'd give anything to run and hide at that point, because the grabbing, pulling and yelling are really just too much for this uncaffeinated Tere.

The funny thing is that I ultimately end up reacting the same way every time: fuming, sulking, with a side of cursing. I'm as bad as he is, unable to just get it and accept it.

That's what's turning out to be the hardest part of this parenting gig: my child is just like me. Which means we're screwed.

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Posted by Tere @ 5/03/2008   | |

1 Comments

  • Blogger mkh posted at 5/03/2008 12:01 PM  
    Fear of karmic justice for having been a rotten kid scared me away from wanted kids for a long time (well, among other things). So I know what you mean.

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