Let me preface by saying I am extremely grateful and happy I have such a beautiful family and I am NOT NOT NOT complaining, one bit. This was just too comical to NOT blog about it.
6:45 am - Keith's alarm goes off.
He was getting up early to go reserve a shelter at the lake for us to relax and chill this afternoon.
7:00 am - Gavin begins to whisper, Daddy? Mommy? Daddy? Mommy?
7:05 am - Gavin starts YELLING...Mommmmmmmy? Dadddddddy?
Keith is dressing and heads up to get him, but he forgets to take or turn off the monitor, so I continue to hear the screaming, crying and begging (by Keith) to be quiet so mommy can sleep. I finally roll over and turn off the monitor...Keith has this covered.
7:10 am - Keith's alarm goes off AGAIN. I lay still because any movement could be construed as wakefulness and no need for allowing Mommy to sleep. The way I figure, the alarm has to give up and shut it's self off soon.
7:15 am - Keith's alarm is STILL going off. I quickly (again, I don't want to get caught in wake mode) I run to the bathroom and turn the alarm off. Or so I think, cause...
7:20 am - Keith's alarm goes off AGAIN! This time, I am SURE I turn it off, I run right back to bed and roll over to proceed to attempt "sleeping in."
7:30 am - The boys have obviously left the house and I have some peace and quiet to get back to sleep. After all, they will be gone for at least an hour...nothing is quick with Keith.
7:45 am - I had just gotten back to sleep and Chey begins scratching, pushing and barking at the door of the bedroom for me to LET HER IN. Ahhhhh, will I ever get back to sleep. All I wanted was to sleep in.
Me to Chey: "Fine, get in here, lay down and GO TO SLEEP!"
8:15 am - I get a text or two or three...I just love my friends. I smile and roll back over and go back to sleep.
9:00 am - The house phone rings...LOUDLY. There is NO way I am getting up and answering that phone...I put the pillow over my head and tell myself I am going back to sleep. I look at the clock, realize I have been trying to "go back to sleep" for two hours now...that's IT...I'm UP, for good this time! I hop in the shower and hop out. I sit on the side of the tub so I can shave my legs and strut, strut, strut...in comes my little guy with a bouquet of flowers, upside down, mind you...with his Daddy right behind him saying "Hold them up, buddy!"
Keith: "I was trying so hard to serve you breakfast in bed but you will never believe my morning." I look at him like, really?? He proceeds to tell me about his morning...He said, "I finally found clothes for Gavin and we were headed out to get breakfast food to cook. I go to Wal-Mart and head back and pull all the way into the driveway and realize, I hadn't gone to reserve the shelter at the lake for our afternoon of cooking out and relaxing"...so he heads back out. He gets all the way to the lake and goes in to reserve the cabin and realizes that he doesn't have his wallet. So he tears the car apart looking for it when he remembers, he left it sitting on the counter at walmart. (The person calling my house, waking me up this morning, was the lady who found it and turned it into Wal-Mart...ooops!). So, he tells the girl at the lake he is going to have to go get his wallet and he will be back. He gets half way out of the lake area and turns around because he remembers that they should have his card on file from the time we went out in March for my birthday, so he turns around and goes back, only to find that they do NOT keep credit card numbers on file. So, back to Wal-Mart he treks. He gets his wallet and heads back out to the lake, makes the deposit for the shelter and finally heads back home...poor Keith.
So, after telling me his sob-story, he grabs Gavin and heads to the kitchen to begin the process of Mother's Day breakfast!!
Oh, friends...are you ready for this...wait for it...wait for it...wait for it...Ok, here goes...
Keith brings me a cup of coffee in the bathroom to drink while I am finishing getting ready for the day. Oooh, I knew I smelled coffee. Whoa! That was some strong coffee. I needed half of it to be milk and throw some Splenda in there! Whew!!! I was definitely awake now! I proceed out to the kitchen to just grab some milk and Splenda for my coffee and what do I find...
Gavin had spilled his cheerios and grapes all over the table and floor...Keith is trying to help him pick them up and the pancakes and bacon are burning...I quickly retreat to the bedroom. I call a few Mommies of my own and return some text messages and peek back out and the windows are open to relieve the kitchen from it's burned smokey state of being and I see Keith throwing a burned paper towel in the sink! Ooops, he forgot he laid it on the burner. Ayieayaieya! I am headed back to bed. So, I holler for Gavin to just come get in bed with me and watch cartoons, little did I know he was still buckled into his seat. So, Keith comes running in, while still trying to cook, to see what I needed...He sends Gavin in with syrup and then quickly follows with my tray of scrambled eggs, pancakes that spell M-O-M, peppered bacon, OJ and a Monster (My fav morning pick me up drink). Now, I am the idiot that puts the syrup in the fridge for storage instead of the pantry...STILL, to this day, it drives my Gram's nuts that I do this...and I pour the COLD syrup on my pancakes, so now they are cold too. So, to the microwave I march. Poor Keith thinks there is something wrong with my breakfast, but it was just cold because I put the cold syrup on it.
Ahh, finally, I sit down to eat. I will say, my breakfast was delish!!
I get up to return my dishes to the kitchen, like the tidy little Mommy I am, only to find this....
My CHEF, My LOVE!!
Look at that mess!
I think I need a bigger sink!
Keith managed to grab a standing bite for himself while continuing to cook breakfast "to go" for HIS mom.
Yes, that is pancake batter dripping down my cabinets and my stove.
Everyone is fed, Gav is headed up for an early nap and Keith is off to deliver breakfast to his own Mom and says he will be back in 20 minutes or so and to NOT touch the kitchen...as much as it will kill me to sit there while it is a disaster, please leave it becuase he will clean it when he gets back. That was 2 1/2 hours ago. I am about 30 minutes away from not being able to contain myself and beginning the process of cleaning it up. I just can't help it...I am who I am and all I can think about is all that stuff hardening and becoming twice the mess to clean. BUT, he was doing something nice for me and if I want it to continue, I should abide by his wishes. So there it still sits, a filthy mess of LOVE!
How one person could make this big of a mess while making breakfast for, essentially 4 people, I will never know. BUT, THIS MESS is 200% effort. The mess is LOVE. This mess is why I married this man and why I will laugh when Gavin is old enough to re-create it, himself. This mess is the reason this morning was perfect in it's own little disastrous way. Sometimes the best things are those we are not expecting!
What an awesome Mother's Day!!
I wouldn't have it any other way.
I wouldn't have changed a single second!
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