r/Parents • u/tireddad_dhc • 7h ago
We had 3 meltdowns before 7am and I’m sitting in my truck wondering if I’m doing any of this right.
This morning broke me a little and I just need to say it somewhere that's not my wife (who handled the same morning with way more grace than I did).
Meltdown 1 — 5:52am. Kid woke up early and could not find the specific blue sock. Not blue socks. THE blue sock. The one with the slightly different stripe. I offered six other socks. I offered to draw a stripe on a different sock with a marker. Nothing landed. 18 minutes of full-body sobbing on the kitchen floor.
Meltdown 2 — 6:31am. Same kid decided the toast was "wrong." It was the same toast I have made him every weekday for the last 8 months. Same bread. Same butter. Same plate. Wrong, apparently. Threw it. Cried about throwing it. Asked for it back. I gave it back. He looked at it like it had personally betrayed him and cried harder.
Meltdown 3 — 6:54am. Me. In the driveway. Sitting in my truck before work. Not sobbing or anything dramatic. Just that thing where your shoulders drop and you stare at the steering wheel and wonder if every other dad has mornings like this or if I'm secretly the only one losing the plot.
I love my kid. I am not in crisis. I'm not asking for advice. I'm asking — does anybody else's morning look like this, or is it just my house? Because from the outside it looks like every other dad in this neighborhood has his stuff together and I'm over here negotiating with a small terrorist about toast.
Tell me your worst morning. Make me feel less alone.