Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Tomorrow I'll Just Serve Candy

Did you ever have one of those days where the lack of the proper amount of syrup on the waffles becomes a major tragedy? Complete with tears, snot, and protestations of "But I asked fiiiiiiiiiiiiirst!"?

Honestly those kids would argue over a piece of used chewing gum. The kind you scrape off your shoe and is now gray and has bits of hair and fuzz and grass stuck in it. Can't you just hear it now?

"Moooooooom! It's not faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaair! I wanted a wodge of dirty chewing gum tooooooooooooooooooo! You NEVER let me have what I want!" [cue hysterical sobbing, followed by stomping retreat, completed with slamming of door]

I was thisclose to taking my friend Jackie's advice and sticking three straws in the syrup bottle and telling them to have at it.

But we have averted tragedy and diabetic comas for today.

All in a day's work for SuperMom.

I want a cape. Can I get a cape? It would make the job so much cooler.


Norkio said...

Just tuck a dishtowel through your collar and pull the corners out your sleeves. Perfect, twitch it into place. There's your cape, feel better?

Eileen, Founder, Organizer, Mayor and Chief Cook And Bottle Washer of the Anger Management Girls. said...

One time we were driving in a car and my two boys were in the back seat. Devin started to cry and said "Mooommmmmm, Danny is looking out my window"
I wanted to pull over and push him right out of the car!

Anonymous said...

Want me to sew you a cape? Complete with an MB on the back? No undies though...I don't make those ;)

katiebear said...

Miss your blog!!