I might need a margarita before noon

I am not a huge drinker. Red wine gives me headaches, beer makes me tipsy too fast, and alcohol in general makes me sleepy. I cannot afford to be sleepy these days with two little girls demanding my attention all day.

But sometimes, a raspberry swirl margarita from On The Border sounds so very good.

Now would be one of those times. It's 7:50am. Some mornings the girls aren't even out of bed at this time, but they've been up testing my patience for about an hour now.

I got on the exercise bike this morning (this is the first time I've consistently exercised since my Penn State days) and rode for about 25 minutes. During the last half of the ride, Abby sat next to the bike, whining about wanting to go downstairs. I knew she just wanted a yogurt (the drinking kind) and I asked Nate if he would get one for her so she could fill her tummy and I could ride in peace for the last 10 minutes. He refused because he was sure that she would spill it all over the floor--which she never does with drinking yogurt. And while I understood Nate's point, it is such a mental struggle to even get myself on the exercise bike and I just wanted to finish my time whine free. That didn't happen, and I listened to "ounstairs mommy, ounstairs" for the next ten minutes.

Jenna gets up and immediately starts crying because she didn't get to give Nate a hug before he left. He left about 2 minutes before she got out of her bed.

Next, Jenna refused to take her Pull-Up off and laid on the ground for a good 5 minutes whining about how she didn't want to do it.

As Jenna is getting changed, Abby tried to tell Jenna something and Jenna ignored her. Abby came running out of her room crying her head off because her big sister was ignoring her. After I cleared that up, we headed downstairs.

After getting downstairs and agreeing that the girls would have waffles and strawberries for breakfast, I started making breakfast. Jenna whined because it was taking too long, and then after I put her plate in front of her, she whined some more about the fact that the pieces I cut (which is the way I cut them all the time, per her request) were too big.

While I've been typing this post, there's been no more crying or whining--so the day is looking much better! Don't get me wrong--I know that kids cry and whine, but we had an awful lot of it in such a short period of time first thing this morning, and I seriously thought about getting the blender out:)