by Kathy Fictorie
If you give a mom a muffin, she'll want a cup of coffee to go with it.
She'll pour herself some. Her three-year old will spill the coffee.
She'll wipe it up.
Wiping the floor, she will find dirty socks. She'll remember she has to do laundry.
When she puts the laundry in the washer, she'll trip over some boots and bump into the freezer.
Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan supper.
She will get out a pound of hamburger. She'll look for her cookbook. (101 Things to Make with a Pound of Hamburger)
The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail.
She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow.
She will look for her checkbook. The checkbook is in her purse that is being dumped out by her two-year-old.
She'll smell something funny. She'll change the two-year-old.
While changing the two-year-old the phone will ring. Her five-year-old will answer and hang up.
She'll remember she wants to phone a friend to come for coffee.
Thinking of coffee will remind her she was going to have a cup. She will pour herself some.
And chances are, if she has a cup of coffee, her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.
I love this poem, partly due to my own children being obsessed with the whole mouse a cookie series and also the fact that this is my life. You would just need to add a few more kid's (preteens and a baby no less) and the nonstop noise machine parrot. In fact I made cookies recently and didn't get a single one. It's the mommy diet.. When do you get a full meal? The answer is never when you have a toddler that believes food tastes better when it is off your food not their own.
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