You know...it takes a serious amount of effort to pull myself together in the morning--especially on a Monday morning. THIS morning started off great however...Howard closing at the hospital, so home to get up with Carter...kids home from school so I could sleep in a little and not have to run everybody around everywhere (which directly translates to TIME to take a shower, put on a somewhat matching outfit, and put a little more effort into my hair and makeup than normal)
So.
I proceed to the kitchen, where I whip up hot cereal, cocoa from scratch, cinammon toast---feeling pleasantly domestic and motherly...not to mention DRESSED and PULLED-together (obviously these things don't always happen at the same time)
Taylor ate....Carter ate...Reagan is always a reluctant eater, so finally comes over to eat and her cocoa is cold. I pour it in a sippy cup and put it in the microwave for a few seconds, then start to screw the TOP on...and cocoa EXPLODES out of the sippy cup lid like OLD Faithful--it went up like a geyser and FELL back down on my freshly washed hair...my makeup...streamed down my glasses...all over my favorite hoody....
Reagan starts laughing so hard she starts to choke on her Honey Nut Cheerios (she refused to eat the lovingly prepared Cream of Wheat) then proceeds to fall off the stool (still laughing--she wasn't hurt) Carter comes running in and runs right through all the cocoa all over the floor and then back out--getting cocoa on his socks and THEN the (just shampooed) living room carpet...
Okay.
I had to laugh too....but only after I changed, cleaned off my glasses, cleaned up the floor/counter/Carter... (maybe there is something to that whole "don't heat beverages in microwave" thing--or maybe you just can't heat stuff in a sippy cup)
And by the way--I think the RAINY SEASON is upon us....some of us are morose about this...some of us love it
