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“If Mom Wants to Make a Marinade…”

January 13, 2012

I’m pretty sure I know where the author of “If You Give A Mouse A Cookie” got her material. She must have been a mom.

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This morning I go into the kitchen to marinate the meat for dinner.

Oops, I need the recipe. It’s on Pintrest.

Go to the office to get the iPad.

Decide to just look at the computer instead.

Good thing I did, because I see an email with the new bulletin announcements I need to write for the church bulletin which I forgot to do last night. Gotta get that done NOW.

While working on bulletin, I remember I need to read a text message for one of the announcements.

Where is my phone?

Right, I left it downstairs. Nuts, three missed messages.

I reply to those while heading over to the laundry room. Because I may as well switch loads while I’m down there.

Back upstairs, I finish the bulletin and get it sent off just as two fighting children come into the room looking for a mediator.

Toy motorcycle gets put away and baby wakes from his nap.

Change diaper, feed baby. Feeding the baby forces me to sit still and think about what I should do next which reminds me that I still haven’t made my marinade.

Back to the computer for the recipe.

I think this whole scenario would make a good blog post, but if I wait I’ll never remember the order of everything so I sit down to write it.

And here I am.

I wonder if I’ll make it to the kitchen before something else needs my attention…

It is 1pm and the kids haven’t had lunch yet. I have this funny feeling as soon as I start taking stuff out of the fridge the baby birds are going to start squawking.

I’d better go find out, though, or we are going to have some pretty plain chicken tonight instead of this:

Are you kidding me????

I’m out of soy sauce. =(

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. January 13, 2012 1:44 pm

    A friend of mine wrote the following status on fb a few weeks ago. I love it!
    IF YOU GIVE A MOM A MUFFIN: “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 boots and bump into the freezer. Bumping into the freezer will remind h…er… 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 she is changing the two-year-old the phone will ring. Her five-year-old will answer and hang up. She’ll remember that she wants to phone a friend to come for coffee. Thinking of coffee will remind her that 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.

    • January 13, 2012 4:34 pm

      Awesome. Totally how I felt this morning! I’m just now getting to my tea which has been steeping for the last 5 hours…

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