If You Give a Mom a Muffin

I went to my daughter's school this week for Mom's and Muffins.  The following was typed out in a card she gave me.  I know this the story of my life most days.   

If you give a mom a muffin,
She’ll want a cup of coffee to go with it.

She’ll pour herself some.

The coffee will get spilled by her three year old.

She’ll wipe it up.

Wiping the floor, she will find some dirty socks,

She’ll remember she has to do some laundry.

When she puts the laundry in the washer,

She’ll trip over some snow boots and bump into the freezer.

Bumping into the freezer will remind her that she has to plan dinner for tonight.

She will get out a pound of hamburger.

She will look for 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 two year old.

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 four year old will answer it and hang up.

She remembers that she wants to phone a friend to come for coffee on Friday.

Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup.

She will pour herself some.

And chance are…

If she has a cup of coffee,

Her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.