Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Failing miserably

My fellow WMEs, I have failed you. My own husband has promised to call me out right here in my own venue so I have decided to go ahead and confess rather than be shamed by my main squeeze. (Again)

Saturday morning I got the girls dressed and was bringing them downstairs for breakfast. I couldn't see yet (maybe I will get that laser surgery...) and had not had any coffee. Holding the ever-squirmy Sarah in my arms and the hand of Kate with my free hand as we began our descent to the kitchen I said to them both "Come on little ladies, mommy needs to make some coffee!" Kate responded...and here's where I really went astray dear friends, "Coffee...cake?"

A pause. And then, without thinking I said "OK, I'll make you some coffee cake". WAIT! It gets worse. I then proceeded to make coffee cake, after getting them some dry cereal as an appetizer and before I even made coffee. Yes! Before I made coffee! Jeremiah shuffled out to the kitchen, paused to take in the scene and then made the coffee himself while I merrily mixed together the tasty ingredients of the strudel for the coffee cake.

In my defense...a very good mama would certainly have been more concerned for the nutrition of the breakfast she fed her children, would she not? Throw me a bone here, people! I believe I've been infected by the spirit of Christmas. I need help.

7 comments:

The Plaid Sheep said...

Oh dear. It's a slippery slope. Next it will be that monkey coffee cake with the pull off pieces dipped in butter and cinnamon sugar and before you know it, you'll be rolling out croissant dough.

*pab said...

not even a little bone fragment, my love. you are infected with the full-on good mothering right now.

karen said...

I'm impressed you could find the kitchen before coffee, let alone cook in it! Despite all the apparent good mothering, I'm going to award you:

+1 WMP for endangering your children by using large fiery appliances prior to your morning coffee.

Kicking N. Screaming said...

Now THAT is generous, Karen, thank-you! You obviously are familiar with the depths of my addiction. Truckers on hour 38 of sleepless driving, pumped full of speed might be less dangerous than Pre-Coffee-Me.

FlapScrap said...
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FlapScrap said...

Mom is great!
Made us some coffee cake!

I do like that kid's style, trooly. You know the old thing about adding "in bed" to fortune cookie fortunes? Or, "that's what SHE said!" to anything remotely euphemistic? I'm going to try adding "cake?" to pretty much everything anybody says.

karen said...

Pre-coffee-you and pre-coffee-me are soul sisters. The whole staff at my local Starbucks know me by name and will simply hand me my regular morning hit without me having to order. Think Cheers, only at 6am.