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call 911........call 911
This morning......no scratch that - lets back up. Allow me to preface this breakfast fiasco. Notice I said fiasco and not fiesta. I'm back on my lifestyle way of living which means I stop eating at 7: - 7:30 PM. Without it? I'm slowly putting the belt a notch to two - up the pike as it were. So better fix it before I'm not in the cute clothes I worked so hard to get into.
That said DF offers a scrumptios meal of eggs with cheese, bacon, wheat toast and coffee in the morning, instead of my usual bowl of UNspecial K and 1% milk. I am elated! Bacon. I swear I had thoughts of being like that dog in the commercial - I love you, I love bacon - I love you, I love bacon. So he even suggested I sleep in. Groovy. I am into this. I got up around normal time, you know what I mean - normal, Mommy for life, got to get everyone off to school, OMW is it get up for work, I'd better keep this routine up 6ish time - and thought "AH breakfast - sleep in!" So Pootie and myself just rolled over like a couple of lazy daisys, yawned, cuddled -gave each other that - OMG do you know how bad YOU look in the morning up and down - and fell back to sleep. About 45 minutes ago I hear DF stumble down the hall, with the lack of coordination only rivaled by a bull moose in rut - banging the doors open, banging the doors shut, slamming the toidy seat up, slamming the lid down, slamming the door open, banging into the hall door, and finally he made it out of the hall and all I could think of was if he hits the chimes clock maybe I'll hear TILT!
Walks past the kitchen - starts the coffee and goes back into the den taking Ouixa the trader with him. I hear running water. I don't smell coffee, not like I normally do, it's different some how. I hear running water. What in the? I'm up, I'm up. I lack proper kitchen inspection attire, but I'm going for it and as I round the dining room my fears are coming true. There on the stove sits the coffee pot. There on the counter sits the Mister Coffee - running......All. OVER. THE. counter, down the cabinets, front and back -into the cleaning supplies, under the cabinet, over the clean floor, on the clean rugs. UGH. And you'd JUST know - LAST weekend was tear the under the sink apart and clean all THAT stuff out - and Thursday was scrub the floor hands and knees, and wash all the rugs. And February was scrub the cabinets. Grumble, grumble.
I go out to get some used towels to clean up the mess - the HOT MESS (HHAHahaha) that is running across the floor and I hear - TURN THE LIGHT OFF!!!!!! as if he's a vampire wating on sundown. I ignored him...He yelled a little more intently TURN OFF THAT LIGHT. So I said "I will - I'm trying to find a towel." And then? And THEN? He did it - he said "WHY what'd YOU spill?" And that moment that you stand there trying to decide what to say knowing that THIS """"""THIS""""" is the moment that defines your entire day with the man that lives with you under your roof is at hand. So I said - OH well some coffee......and he said "Is it ready?" I said "It will be as soon as I clean it up." and then Captain Crab says "CLEAN IT UP - HOW MUCH DID you SPILL?" and still considering the length of the day - I said "I didn't spill any" (and I didn't say I sarcastically either - I was so proud) So he looked toward the kitchen lgiht - squinted and i swear he hissed (but I know he didn't) and I said "When you turned the machine on this morning - you did't see the pot sitting on the STOVE?" and ladies I can't repeat what he said here because it was a cross between mumbling, cursing, self loathing, and possibly Romanian vampire somethin or other...but needless to say I finished cleaning and made a fresh pot and came to say good morning to you.
I just don't get how i can be promised BACON and eggs - and end up cleaning a kitchen at 7:30 in the morning. I swear I think he plans this stuff. And worst yet? He says - "I'm not a breakfast person - you know I can't eat first thing . So I'm going to have to eat Unspecial K anyway. Then have eggs for lunch. By then I'll just have a BLT. I think." AND then?Clean up the kitchen. LOL. Again.
HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY TOO!
I'm guessing the upside here is I have food and I have a place to clean up! Not a bad days blessing if you ask me. Oh an I'll include grumbly man - because mostly he's loving and sweet but today he's just starting out very seafoodish - crabby and salty.
That said DF offers a scrumptios meal of eggs with cheese, bacon, wheat toast and coffee in the morning, instead of my usual bowl of UNspecial K and 1% milk. I am elated! Bacon. I swear I had thoughts of being like that dog in the commercial - I love you, I love bacon - I love you, I love bacon. So he even suggested I sleep in. Groovy. I am into this. I got up around normal time, you know what I mean - normal, Mommy for life, got to get everyone off to school, OMW is it get up for work, I'd better keep this routine up 6ish time - and thought "AH breakfast - sleep in!" So Pootie and myself just rolled over like a couple of lazy daisys, yawned, cuddled -gave each other that - OMG do you know how bad YOU look in the morning up and down - and fell back to sleep. About 45 minutes ago I hear DF stumble down the hall, with the lack of coordination only rivaled by a bull moose in rut - banging the doors open, banging the doors shut, slamming the toidy seat up, slamming the lid down, slamming the door open, banging into the hall door, and finally he made it out of the hall and all I could think of was if he hits the chimes clock maybe I'll hear TILT!
Walks past the kitchen - starts the coffee and goes back into the den taking Ouixa the trader with him. I hear running water. I don't smell coffee, not like I normally do, it's different some how. I hear running water. What in the? I'm up, I'm up. I lack proper kitchen inspection attire, but I'm going for it and as I round the dining room my fears are coming true. There on the stove sits the coffee pot. There on the counter sits the Mister Coffee - running......All. OVER. THE. counter, down the cabinets, front and back -into the cleaning supplies, under the cabinet, over the clean floor, on the clean rugs. UGH. And you'd JUST know - LAST weekend was tear the under the sink apart and clean all THAT stuff out - and Thursday was scrub the floor hands and knees, and wash all the rugs. And February was scrub the cabinets. Grumble, grumble.
I go out to get some used towels to clean up the mess - the HOT MESS (HHAHahaha) that is running across the floor and I hear - TURN THE LIGHT OFF!!!!!! as if he's a vampire wating on sundown. I ignored him...He yelled a little more intently TURN OFF THAT LIGHT. So I said "I will - I'm trying to find a towel." And then? And THEN? He did it - he said "WHY what'd YOU spill?" And that moment that you stand there trying to decide what to say knowing that THIS """"""THIS""""" is the moment that defines your entire day with the man that lives with you under your roof is at hand. So I said - OH well some coffee......and he said "Is it ready?" I said "It will be as soon as I clean it up." and then Captain Crab says "CLEAN IT UP - HOW MUCH DID you SPILL?" and still considering the length of the day - I said "I didn't spill any" (and I didn't say I sarcastically either - I was so proud) So he looked toward the kitchen lgiht - squinted and i swear he hissed (but I know he didn't) and I said "When you turned the machine on this morning - you did't see the pot sitting on the STOVE?" and ladies I can't repeat what he said here because it was a cross between mumbling, cursing, self loathing, and possibly Romanian vampire somethin or other...but needless to say I finished cleaning and made a fresh pot and came to say good morning to you.
I just don't get how i can be promised BACON and eggs - and end up cleaning a kitchen at 7:30 in the morning. I swear I think he plans this stuff. And worst yet? He says - "I'm not a breakfast person - you know I can't eat first thing . So I'm going to have to eat Unspecial K anyway. Then have eggs for lunch. By then I'll just have a BLT. I think." AND then?Clean up the kitchen. LOL. Again.
HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY TOO!
I'm guessing the upside here is I have food and I have a place to clean up! Not a bad days blessing if you ask me. Oh an I'll include grumbly man - because mostly he's loving and sweet but today he's just starting out very seafoodish - crabby and salty.
OMG. Sounds like a difficult child to me!
I did this week. husband picked me up from the hospital after some fasting tests and had a full takeout breakfast waiting on my desk. Two scrambled, hash browns, eight (not kidding) slices of bacon and hot coffee. OMG! I just had to give a quick lick to the empty box before it went into the garbage. LOL
(going now to get ye old spit rag)
