I got this in an email yesterday and it was just too appropriate not to share!

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 3-year old will spill the coffee.

She’ll wipe it up.

Wiping the floor, she will find some dirty socks.

She’ll remember she has to do the laundry.

When she puts the laundry in the washer,she’ll trip over some boots and bump into the freezer.

Bumping into the freezer will remind her that she has to plan supper.

She will take out a pound of hamburger.

She’ll look in 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 2-year old.

She’ll smell something funny.

She’ll change the 2-year old.

While she is changing the 2-year old, the phone will ring.

Her 5-year old will answer and hang up.

She’ll remember that she wants to phone a friend to come for coffee.

Thinking of coffee reminds 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.

THIS IS MY LIFE!!!! Except, thank GOD I no longer have a two-year old. I read this and laughed and laughed, and then almost cried. How sad is it that my life has become a comedy of errors?

Of course, my life has always been something out of an I Love Lucy episode, so I don’t know why I should be surprised.

So, for all you moms out there, here’s a cyber muffin and a cup of coffee–large to go with it. I hope you get five minutes to enjoy them in solitude.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!
Ari

I hate the news. Hate, hate, hate the news. It just depresses me so I try not to watch it when I can avoid it.

Unfortunately, my husband is a news hound. So I tend to hear things I don’t want to. One of those things is the death of four firefighters in an arson set fire in California. That makes my blood run cold.

My husband is a firefighter. I was a firefighter. My father was a firefighter. My grandfather was a firefighter. The fact that hundreds of people are losing their homes, livelihoods and potentially lives because someone PURPOSELY SET A FIRE makes me ill.

I’m watching footage of California wild fires and my heart bleeds for all the people involved.
Regardless of your religous beliefs or lack thereof, I hope you’ll join me in praying for the victims of that fire.