mommyhood poem

Just this week, I went to make myself a snack, and Tessa requested I do something for her.  I paused and began to fulfill her request when Aaron approached with a more urgent need.  I paused Tessa's favor and helped Aaron, spun around in the kitchen a few times, and tried to remember what I was there for, in the first place!  This doesn't just happen once a week or once a day ~ this happens *all day, every day*!!  

It's enough to make me dizzy.  And take a deep breath!  

So finding this poem this week made me smile ~

"If You Give 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 setting 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'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.

Author: Beth Brubaker