Mommy's Patience Egg Cracked

I was awakened at six o'clock in the morning to this:


It was my daughter. And I'm guessing she wanted eggs for breakfast?

It's Spring flipping Break and I'm supposed to be sleeping in with the kids every day followed by lazy, leisurely mornings. I have to drag this little girl out of bed, asleep, to take her brothers to school every morning at 7:30AM. But today of all days she decided to get up at 6 o'clock in the morning yelling for EEEEEEGS!

I tried to bribe her with Strawberry Shortcake with whipped cream for breakfast and I'm not even afraid to admit that.

So I dragged myself out of bed and headed toward the EEEEEEGS! I started pulling them out of the refrigerator one by one, she saw the nice white, breakable eggs and asked if she could help. I'm supposed to say yes right now, right?

So she pulled her red step stool up to the counter to "help." She knows how to crack an egg but she's four. So her cracking an egg means me hunting through egg yoke carefully picking out egg shells. Fine. I'm supposed to let her try because I don't want to crush her little egg cracking spirits. 

I crack the first one. She goes to crack the second. I think I might have blinked twice and the egg had slipped out of her hand, across the counter, and...SPLAT! All over the floor.

I'm not going to lie. I felt a tiny bit ragey about this because I'm still only about two sips into my morning cup of coffee after NOT sleeping in until the crazy hour of eight o'clock in the morning.

But I took a deep breath, grabbed another egg, repeated to myself PATIENCE...PATIENCE...PATIENCE...and I handed her another egg for another try. It was an accident.

I go to grab a whisk and start heating up the pan. I can hear her trying to crack the egg against the glass bowl, I hear the crack so I know she made a successful crack. But I also hear her giggling and fooling around in a ball of energy called Being Lola

The egg slips out of her hand, rolls across the counter and crashes to the floor.

Mommy's patience egg done cracked along with it. 

As I'm cleaning up egg goo from the floor from the SECOND egg I'm yelling at her to get out of the kitchen and let me finish her eggs. I was impatient. I'm pretty sure I said "dammit" or some sort of jumbled jargon reminiscent of the father from The Christmas Story.

She ran to her room and I felt bad. I grabbed another egg from the fridge, cracked it, and finished her scrambled eggs.

Which are sitting half finished on the table. 

I finished my coffee and she played outside. We're good.

This stellar parenting moment brought to you by Spring Break and EEEEEEEEGS!


  1. Oh girl I have had mornings like this! Hahaha!


    1. Glad I'm not the only one! Thanks for stopping by!

  2. Oh- that is way too early to be making eggs on spring break. I would have blown even quicker - I know kids have to learn how to crack eggs and stuff but it is always a mess. I hope your day improved!

    1. Ha ha! I know it's always a mess. She's been cracking eggs since she was 3 so I think that's why I was so mad. She knows how to do this without breaking an egg! Or two!!! Thanks for the improved day wishes! It's getting there.

  3. Sometimes you just crave eggs, ya know?! :) Scrambled eggs is the first thing my son (now 20) learned how to cook!

    1. First thing I learned how to make, too! That and spaghetti.


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