The Breakfast Incident
This one dayâ€™s breakfast would change everything.Â Hopefully.Â After attending an early-evening meeting, we had traveled most of the night, arriving to the dacha around 4:00 am.Â Naturally, the children had slept, after being plied by my husband (Guilty Party #1) with ice cream (Guilty Act #1) around 10 pm.Â By 12:30 am, he bought them small hamburgers (Guilty Act #2) and gave bites of meat to the dogs who also got to stretch their legs.
I should have known that, with these co-conspirators working in the dark of night, we were bound to have Problems in the morning.Â Benedetto and I were not well-rested like the children, having to Pay Attention so that we arrived at our intended destination.
â€œOkay, everyone, set your alarms for 8:00 am.Â Mama and Papa have not slept while we were traveling, so we might sleep until later,â€ I instructed.Â â€œPetya, youâ€™re in charge of breakfast.Â Everyone start school by 9:00 am.â€
â€œI tried to make them oatmeal.Â Mashenka doesnâ€™t like oatmeal.â€
She didn’t like oatmeal, and already, I wasnâ€™t liking the sound of this.
â€œSo we had yogurt and decided not to make a lot of noise with breakfast, which we could eat later.â€
â€œLater?Â Okayâ€¦â€ I nodded.Â â€œWhy are there only three spoons here in the sink?â€ I was conducting an investigation of my own.
â€œSashenka didnâ€™t want to eat her yogurt.Â She said she would eat it when we had our second breakfast.â€
â€œPlease go and dry your hair.Â Nothing has changed.Â You are to get ready the same as usual, whether I am here to give you non-stop instructions or not.Â You do not come to breakfast, nor to school with wet hair,â€ I tell her, while turning back to Petya.
â€œTo keep the noise down.â€
I understood his point, which, innocent and well-meaning soul that he was, was not at all linked to their point, namely, wasting time.Â Two breakfasts?Â Less time for homeschool!Â In general, I was in charge of lunch and dinner.Â Benedetto made them breakfast each morning, and usually catered to their whims, as any doting Italian father would.
â€œStop it,â€ I told him upon occasion.Â â€œStop making each one something different.Â At every other meal, we all eat pretty much the same thing.Â If itâ€™s a food that one child really â€“ really â€“ really canâ€™t stand, I can see skipping it, but this is not a cafeteriaâ€¦.â€
â€œWhatâ€™s the big deal?Â Why shouldnâ€™t they eat what they want?Â I make a couple of different items,â€ he shrugged.Â â€œYou make too big a deal over the smallest things.â€
â€œRight, like them getting their way every moment of every dayâ€¦.â€
Well, today, we saw what was the Big Deal.Â One didnâ€™t want her yogurt, one didnâ€™t want her oatmeal, and then, when I suggested toast, I learned that Pasha didnâ€™t care for whole wheat toast, either.
â€œNot even with butter, or jelly, or honey?â€ I asked incredulously.
â€œIâ€™ll have plain bread, donâ€™t toast it,â€ he told Petya, still laboring in the kitchen.Â Even with toast, they had to be different.
â€œYou have five minutes,â€ I intoned, more than a little irritated.Â â€œThis behavior may fly with your father, but I would think that the one day, THE ONE DAY, that your father and I are trying to get a couple of hours of sleep, after he feeds you ICE CREAM AND HAMBURGERS for late-night snacks, you could TRY to get with the program.Â Each one of you is more babyish than the next:Â no yogurt for me, no hot cereal for me, no toast for me.Â Just forget it.Â See if you travel anywhere with us.Â What a bunch of babies!Â We canâ€™t take you anywhere if you act like this, much less across the street.Â You owe your brother and your parents an apology.â€
And thus we began another delightful day at La Nostra Casa, the Russian Dacha where everyone is at least a Diva, if not Drama King or Queen.
As soon as we turn our heads for a momentâ€¦.
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