Our cereal cupboard is a bit ying and yang. In the blue corner is porridge, shreddies, branflakes and weetabix. In the red corner (currently) is a box of imported Lucky Charms. They are so sweet they make your teeth hurt.
DS 3.5 is always up half and hour before DD 5.5. So he watches Thomas or something whilst i make his porridge. He would eat that every day if I let him. He has it with a teaspoon of jam
and raisins.
DD usually arrives just as I'm dishing up for DS and so I'll sit them both down together at the table to eat. The TV goes off, they have a cup of juice and I sit with them with a cup of tea and we have a nice chat and I make sure DS doesn't run off after two spoonfuls. They are normally in quite a good mood for brekka, and I find it amusing that they look like they have been roaming through the pine forests of Scandanavia all night, with their hair all stuck out at random angles and odd creases across their chubby cheeks.
I don't really find this part of the day stressful at all. They are always eating something that they really, really like so there is never, ever a face pull or a complaint of "I don't like it". For that reason alone it HAS to be my favourite meal of the day. If I've got out of bed on the right side, I will normally make some kind of face with the jam and raisins for DS. DD likes me to write her name on her weetabix with squeezy honey (no, she has not got a supercalifragalistic-like epic long name). I amuse myself when I do this. I watch what I am doing via my ironic third eye.
I always make DH a cup of tea and leave it waiting for him until he arrives downstairs. We have two mugs from the same range. His says DADDY COOL and mine says WHATEVER. It amuses me to put them next to each other in this order.
DH is normally showering and getting dressed whilst all this goes on, and when he arrives downstairs he tags me out and empties dishwasher, makes sure DC's finish up their breakfast, drinks his tea, grabs a slice of toast, puts coffee on then hustles the DC's upstairs and into clothes, bring me up a cup of coffee. See how we do the exchange of hot, caffeinated beverages of a morning? Tea for thirst, coffee to pin open eyes.
Then he gets the DC's through the bathroom: Teeth brush, face wash, hairbrush, and off we go!
I never eat breakfast until I'm at work. I'm too busy gazing into my DC's adorable faces to bother with it first thing. And whatever is in my cupboard at home can very rarely compare to the pleasure of a latte and a croissant munched in peace over my keyboard. It's a silent ritual, after which I bang the gong inside my brain and commence my travail.
Weekend breakfasts are a family affair. Saturday I may give it a bit of Nigella and cook up a stack of American Style pancakes which we all sit down together to eat. Sunday DH will do everyone a boiled egg and soldiers. I take mine in bed. Like Mrs Large, desperately trying to carve out her 5 Minutes Peace.