Wednesday, November 18, 2009 So as I was drinking my coffee Friday morning, I had this surreal moment. Almost an out of body experience. In the background, I could still hear Joe Scarborough of MSNBC discussing the morning politics.
enter I looked back at the children and thought…do I stop them? Do I ask their father …to stop them? Do I let them kill each other….I mean there is something to be said about the survival of the fittest? Or better yet, do I acquire a taste ….for a little “something-something” in my morning coffee?
In my efforts to be super mom, I’ve taken to “baking” in the morning. Now, real super mothers out there know better, but in my world, opening a pack of cinnamon rolls, placing them in a round baking pan and turning on the oven – is reason to give me a prize. In fact, my husband and my children actually thank me when I push the “on” button to our oven – sad but true.
Problem is, my kids fight over the middle cinnamon roll. Not sure why? I think it’s because the middle one ends up with the most icing. Whatever the cause, they call dibbs on it as they are going to bed the night before.
The crying and sobbing continues until somebody …gets hurt ….and then it’s lights out, so they can awaken to the scrumptious smell of cinnamon in the morning “baked” my mommy dearest.
Now, not being completely stupid, I thought changing from a round pan to a square pan where technically there would not be – one in the middle – would solve this problem, but apparently my kids aren’t quite as bright as I had hoped and still demand “the middle one.”
So as I watched them beating each other to a pulp Friday morning, I wondered if the middle cinnamon roll was really a symptom of something bigger.
Always more than willing to engage me in conversation, I turned to my hubby to discuss the complex cinnamon roll issues presented to us at 6:32 that morning by our battered and bruised children.
“What do you think they are really fighting about?”
He looked up, turned to them, took in the gruesome scene and then said,
“Global warming, Iranian conflict, the falling dollar…who cares…quick give me that middle one before they see me.”