The novelty of the new homeschool year has worn off. Gone is the anticipation that, at the start of September school days, would bubble like percolating coffee at the breakfast table. According to our academic calendar, the “winter of our discontent” has begun. It arrived when family members began playing the comparison game.
“Why can’t I eat breakfast in my pajamas? John’s mom lets him do that.”
“Why can’t I do my math while I eat breakfast? Mary’s mom lets her do that.”
And my personal favorite:
“Why do you always have to make us muffins and granola? Why can’t we eat cold cereal every day? Paul’s mom lets him do that.”
The operative phrase here is “Mom lets.” So-and so’s “mom lets,” and So-and-so’s “mom lets,” and So-and-so’s “mom lets.” It’s a phrase that I’m mighty tired of hearing, and I think it’s high time that I do something about it.
So here’s my plan: Turnabout being fair play, I’m going to dole out some “Mom lets” – or Momelettes, if you will – of my own. At our house, plain scrambled eggs will be the standard morning fare until such time as merriment and thankfulness ring once again at the breakfast table. No muffins. No granola. No sides of bacon. Nothing but…Momelettes.