The Breakfast Dilemma

Each morning, I am faced with an inevitable race. There is no 3-2-1 countdown. There is no applause to ease me out of bed and onto the starting line. It basically begins with a stumble out of bed in the dark in a sleep deprived coma. I can almost always count on one of my children waking up cranky, unhappy about something. With a calm smile on my face, I do my best to gently ease them out of bed and onto their days, the entire time screaming in my head that all I want to do is crawl back under the covers as well. I struggle with how to get a substantial, tasty or even better, healthy breakfast on their plates without digging into the Pop Tarts box or handing them a Ziploc baggie full of Lucky Charms. Last night, I tried out a recipe for strawberry muffins. The beauty of this recipe was that I made them last night and they were ready to roll first thing. I could handle putting a muffin on their plates while balancing my huge cup of Joe. To my surprise, it was a recipe that all of us enjoyed, including my husband who had one thrown at him as he left out the front door for work. The kids gobbled them up. Today, I won the race. I feel like a champ, looking for my trophy, but I know tomorrow it will start all over again, ready or not.