If you give a mom a muffin....

The poem below was posted on somebody's facebook today. It made me chuckle to myself because of how completely true it is. I only drink one cup of coffee a day but have to reheat it a few times before actually finishing it. This morning I didn't even get the chance to reheat it - I just had to make a second cup at nap time.

Motherhood makes even the most organized woman become a bit scatterbrained. I found this photo of me and Eva out celebrating my first Mother's Day and thought it seemed fitting. You can tell in the photo that I actually got to finish my muffin, but that was only because Ryan was there for backup. Happy Monday!

If You Give A Mom A Muffin
by Beth Brubaker
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 come and spill the coffee.
Mom will wipe it up.
Wiping the floor, she will find dirty socks.
She’ll remember she has to do laundry.
When she puts the laundry into the washer,
she’ll trip over shoes and bump into the freezer.
Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan supper.
She will get out a pound of hamburger.
She’ll look for her cookbook
(How to Make 101 Things 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,
which is being dumped out by her two year-old.
Then 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 she was supposed to phone a friend
to come over for coffee.
Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup.
She will pour herself some more.
And chances are,
if she has a cup a coffee,
her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.