Yesterday morning when I walked, bleary-eyed, out of my bedroom to make the morning coffee I discovered my 9 year old sitting at the dining room table sipping a large mug of fresh hot tea and reading Calvin and Hobbs.
"I wanted to get an early start on school, Mom."
This morning at 5:55 I heard an elephant in the kitchen wrestling with the stove. When I got up 45 minutes later I discovered my 3 yo, my 5 yo, my 9yo all sitting at a set table eating scrambled eggs and toast and hot tea. My also bleary-eyed 16 yo was standing by the table looking shocked as the 9 yo handed her a plate of breakfast.
There was a plate for me and my husband as well.
So I did what any self-respecting mother would do. I instantly taught my 9 yo son how to make coffee.
Weird works for me.