Morning Laughs: My Hilarious Dance-Off with the Little Monsters
Mornings in most households are about routines—breakfast, backpacks, maybe a little quiet coffee time if you’re lucky. In mine? Mornings are about survival. And on this particular morning, survival came in the form of an impromptu dance-off with the little monsters I call my children.
It started the way many of our disasters do—with music. I made the mistake of turning on a playlist to wake everyone up. My thought was: soft tunes, calm energy, a gentle start. But the universe had other plans. The moment the first beat dropped, my youngest leapt out of bed like a caffeinated kangaroo. Arms flailing, feet stomping, hair flying in all directions, she declared, “DANCE BATTLE!”
Before I could even sip my coffee, her older brother joined in, sliding into the kitchen like he was auditioning for a music video. He threw down a half-hearted dab, followed by a move I can only describe as “octopus caught in a net.” Both kids turned to me with wide grins. “Your turn, Mom!”
Now, I’m not the type to back down from a challenge. Fueled by caffeine and maternal pride, I dropped my spoon, stepped into the living room arena, and unleashed my best dance move: the sprinkler. The kids gasped dramatically, as though I’d just brought out a secret weapon. Encouraged, I followed it up with the shopping cart, complete with imaginary groceries.
That’s when things escalated. My daughter countered with a flawless floss, whipping her arms so fast I thought she might launch into orbit. My son busted out the worm across the floor, knocking over a chair in the process. The dog joined in too, spinning in circles and barking like he was cheering us on.
We were five minutes into the battle when the stakes grew higher. “Loser has to make breakfast!” my son shouted mid-moonwalk. Suddenly, this wasn’t just a game—it was survival. I was not about to surrender my sacred right to avoid pancake duty.
So, I dug deep into my dance archives. I busted out the running man, followed by a questionable attempt at breakdancing that ended with me sprawled on the floor. The kids howled with laughter, declaring me “officially defeated.” But just as they began their victory chant, I pulled out my final trick: the robot.
And let me tell you, it was glorious. My stiff-armed, jerky performance stunned them into silence for a whole five seconds—an eternity in kid time. Then, they collapsed into giggles so hard they couldn’t even declare a winner. Which, of course, meant I slyly slid into the kitchen and poured myself another cup of coffee while they were distracted.
In the end, breakfast was late, the living room looked like a dance studio after a tornado, and I may have pulled a muscle attempting moves I had no business attempting. But the laughter? Worth every second.
Morning routines might be chaotic, but sometimes, those little monsters remind me that the best way to start the day isn’t with silence and coffee—it’s with music, laughter, and a living room dance floor.
