Officially Nominated

That's right. I have been officially nominated for the prestigious, Mother Of The Year Award. I must admit, in light of yesterdays post, I am both shocked and elated at the honor.

The other morning, I hear Michael in the kitchen rattling around. The next thing I hear, is his melodious tone screeching down the hall, "what's for breakfast?" Now, I'm inside and in the middle of something. Let me clarify. I am already in the house, but being inside when you are already inside, means you are further inside the house. In a different room. If you were in my kitchen and said, "ok, I'm going inside," I would know you are going to the living room. LOL! It's all very confusing I know. I don't know if it's a Northeastern thing or ethnic one or why we even do it but we do. Off the subject a bit.

Since, I'm not getting to Mr. I can't WAIT for breakfast any time soon, I yell back, "I don't know baby, whatever you want this morning will be fine." I'm thinking, he will make a selection from one of the 6000 boxes of cereal we have in the cabinet. I swear, it looks like Jerry Seinfeld's Apt. However, that was clearly not the case. I round the corner to the kitchen and this is what was for breakfast...

Now, if I feed them Dairy Queen banana splits with large cokes for dinner and let them stay up and watch the Cartoon Network until their eyes fall out of their heads, I should have it in the bag. Hm, this mothering stuff is cake, lol.

"The difference between 'involvement' and 'commitment' is like an eggs-and-ham breakfast: the chicken was 'involved' - the pig was 'committed."

-Unknown