If You Give a Mom a Muffin

Hello, my name is Katie and I really don't have time to blog these days!  :)  Life is a little hectic....mostly because my two-year old controls my every waking moment.  However, every day he is growing up more and more and doing more mature "little boy" things rather than "messy toddler" things, which makes me wish I could rewind the time and hug my babies when they were babies again.  Anyhoo, enough of the sappy stuff because you KNOW that will just get me reminiscing!  Today is day #3 of Round #1 of our "tonsil" adventure.  (Confused yet?)  Three days ago, my oldest "baby" had his tonsils and adenoids removed, and he's doing awesome with his recovery.  We're calling this "round #1" because in two weeks, "baby #2" will be having the same surgery.  (I'm more worried about her recovery so prayers would be appreciated.)  I have reserved this entire week (and the entire week of the next surgery) to stay home and do nothing but get better.  That's no errands (thank you, Mr. Grocery Delivery guy for your same-day service) and no play-dates.   (However, the neighbor kids have been warned that they are allowed to come over ONLY if they sit and play video games.  How hard can that be, right?  You'd be surprised.)  This being Day #3 of recovery, I can tell you that we are all a bit stir-crazy already.  My house is a disaster because there's no point in picking up the toys right now.  I've found that four people who never leave the house use quite a lot of dishes, especially spoons and bowls, since the food of the week is ice cream at all hours of the day.  I have also realized that I probably need to ration my coffee supply because my husband won't be home to go to the store for another four hours and I am running dangerously low of coffee cups for my Keurig machine.  Anyway, as I was pondering all of this (while making Easy Mac for the fifth time this week), I remembered a really cute poem that I heard a few years ago.  It's funny because it's so very true.  Enjoy.  :)

If You Give A Mom A Muffin
by Beth Brubaker
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 come and spill the coffee.
Mom will wipe it up.
Wiping the floor, she will find dirty socks.
She’ll remember she has to do laundry.
When she puts the laundry into the washer,
she’ll trip over shoes 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
(How to Make 101 Things 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,
which is being dumped out by her two year-old.
Then she’ll smell something funny.
She’ll change the two year-old.
While she is changing the two year-old, the phone will ring.
Her five year-old will answer and hang up.
She’ll remember she was supposed to phone a friend
to come over for coffee.
Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup.
She will pour herself some more.
And chances are,
if she has a cup a coffee,
her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.