Remember the saying of those trying to survive the Titanic and not drown: “Women and children first?” That’s not the case in our house.

Here’s how things go every morning around here (or at least on the ones when Nate has left early to go flying.)

At around 9 a.m., either Andy or Brady wakes me up wanting “breaftiss.” I stumble out of bed and try to make it to the kitchen without stepping on a Lego or stubbing my toe. If I’m successful, I slave away, fulfilling orders for either oatmeal or cold cereal.

After starting to heat the water for the oatmeal, I let the dogs out. Then I finish making breakfast for the three boys. (Evan usually sleeps through all of this. She is my girl.)

While the little guys are eating, I fill the dog bowls with food and carry themlug them to their respective cages. For those of you who don’t know us, we have two dogs: a German Shepherd police canine (who works with my husband and lives here), and our family pet who is a Boxweiller named Dusty. Both dogs eat a lot. Way more than I do for breakfast.

After I let the dogs in, I might decide to have breakfast. Sometimes, since it’s often starting to push 11 a.m. by then, I skip breakfast altogether and start lunch.

Yup, around here it’s Children, Dogs, then Mom.

I’m not telling you this because I want to sound selfless and look like some sort of Mommy Martyr. Nope… In fact, I’m more selfish than anything for doing it this way. I hear a lot less whining on days when things happen in that order.

Any other moms out there have advice for how to get breakfast in me?

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