cold tea

Every morning, it never fails; I make my kids, my husband and myself some breakfast. I put the water on, put a tea bag in my glass, and set a nice cup of piping hot tea on the table next to our shared plate, my daughters pink plate, and the baby’s bowl of baby food. And then, it starts… Just as I sit down, my daughter needs to use the potty. About a minute later, my son is so hungry; I can’t get the food into his mouth fast enough. My husband digs in to the plate, devours two-thirds of the food before I can blink and eye, and when the baby is almost done, ‘mommy, I’m ready!’ comes shouting at me through the bathroom door. I grab a bite to eat, and onto the bathroom to wash my big girl up, make sure she wipes and washes her hands properly, and make promises of special chocolate potty treats for being such a big girl. She goes in the kitchen to wait for me. Currently it seems she only uses the potty so she can get a Hershey’s kiss, aka, ‘special potty treat’. In the mean time, I have the joy of washing out the potty. I cant believe just weeks ago I was wiping this stuff off of her…gross – not that this is so much better, but it’s a step in the right direction I must say. As soon as I get out – ‘mo-o –mmy’ (why must she wine everything these days…-‘can I have my treat?’. Of course sugar, is my reply, and into the kitchen and to the golden jar I go so she can retrieve her prize. By the time I get back to the table, the baby is over food, and wants a return to the good ol’ boob. Can’t keep it from him, so here I go. Nursing with one hand, while attempting to eat and prevent him from swiping food out of my plate, and/or knocking the plate off the table, with the other. After a couple bites and pulls, I’m done for the morning, and I set him down to explore the floor I should have swept last night. I finish my food, lock the door behind my husband who has left for work but for some reason cannot ever manage to lock the door, sit in the couch, turn on the TV, and grab my nice cold tea. Not iced tea. No, that would be something. Just cold tea. I drink about half, and think about turning the kettle on to make another cup. I don’t, because life gets in the way. I pick up my glass and drink the rest of my tea. Cold tea, it’s the only way I’ll have it, and I actually even like it now.