If You Give a Mom a Muffin ...

Yesterday morning, I had literally just picked Eli's socks up out of the middle of the hall when I sat down at the computer to check my e-mails. Eli and Brynne were riding their bikes through the house (we have stained concrete floors and a full circle path through our kitchen, down the hall and through the living room back to the kitchen). As they went through the kitchen, Eli would stop and take a drink of my coffee.

Then I opened this e-mail from my friend Christy...

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’ll 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 her she has to plan for supper. She will get out a pound of hamburger. She’ll look for her cookbook (”101 Things To Do 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 check book 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’s diaper. While she is changing the diaper, the phone will ring. Her five-year-old will answer and hang up. She’ll remember she wants to phone a friend for coffee. Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup. And chances are… If she has a cup of coffee, Her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it. by Kathy Fictorie

Christy said she thought of me when she read it. If you know me at all, you would have to agree! Have a great day!