breakfast in bed
After an unexpected 9 hours of sleep, I woke up yesterday morning with an unfamiliar feeling…I felt like being nice. Maya, on the other hand, did not wake up in a good mood and fought my good cheer at every opportunity.
Me: “I’m making waffles, doesn’t that sound good?”
Maya: “Why can’t we have pancakes?”
I took a deep breath.
Maya: “Why do I only get one waffle if dad gets 3?’
Me: “Do you want another?”
I took another deep breath.
Me: “How about we surprise Dad and give him breakfast in bed?”
Maya: “Why don’t I ever get breakfast in bed?”
Maya and I aren’t speaking to each other. Indefinitely. On the plus side, Ali seemed pleased with his breakfast in bed.
I think he only wanted one waffle but under my glaring eye he ate every single bite. And as I watched him do just that I realized it’s just a matter of time before I kill Maya’s spirit too.
Wish me luck.