Seindfeld Episode

Every morning when you get up here the first thing that happens is the cereal row starts.  One wants half and half rice crispies and cheerios, the other wants plain weetabix (but changes his mind once it's in front of him and he sees the half and half concoction in front of his brother.  Then the third wants cornflakes or toast. . . . hmm, he's not sure.... 'ma, can we watch a cartoon?' . . . okay, I said porridge.  Did he?  Thought he said cornflakes myself.  Then there is the honey or sugar debacle, then they don't like the spoons I've given them and then there is the ongoing row for the black placemat.  Now, a clever mammy would either throw out the sodding placemat or buy another two.  I'm obviously not a clever mammy as I have yet to do either of those things.  Then the dog starts knocking his bowl around demanding water or food or something.  Actually, he has us very well trained.  All it takes is a couple of seconds of him smacking his bowl along the floor before someone jumps up to fill it.  Shame the same can't be said for when I'm banging stuff ito the dishwasher or humping the hoover (which isn't a hoover it's a dyson but they were always called hoovers when I was little) about.

Eventually I get everyone off to school and me and the borrowed boy sit down and have our breakfast.  He has weetabix, no sugar or honey and I have scrambled egg.