What I’m (Not) Made For, Apparently

Every school morning I make breakfast and pack lunch boxes and listen to The Banana practice her violin.  I check to see if Mr. SP has brushed his teeth.  I make sure the homework folders get in the backpacks.  I harp on people to get out the door and down to the bus stop ON TIME.

Then I sit down with my computer and spend about twenty minutes checking my email and reading the news and taking care of some other business before I read pictures books to my preschooler.  Mr. Trouble on Feet has never been a fan of this news reading habit of mine.  He’d much prefer to be the center of attention immediately after his siblings have made their morning exit.

This morning he came down for breakfast a bit late.  The Banana and Mr. SP had already made their way out the door.  His eggs were waiting for him on the counter, along with a nutritious smoothie.  He looked over and saw me cuddled on the couch with the cat, reading on my laptop.

“Mama, you were not MADE for reading the news,” he announced.