Is someone peeking in my window?

My dear friend, Lindsey, gave me a copy of this poem last Mother's Day and it made me (and the rest of the Shoes) laugh out loud. I have it hanging in my kitchen. And often times I read it to remind myself that I'm not the only one who lives in a constant state of kid chaos:) Thought I'd share it with you because today was one of those days when I felt like this Kathy Fictorie lady was peeking in my window when she wrote this funny little poem. Hope it brightens your day!


If You Give A Mom A Muffin
by Kathy Fictorie

If you give a Mom a muffin,
She’ll want a cup of coffee to go with it.
She’ll pour herself some.
Her three-year-old will spill the coffee.
She’ll wipe it up.

Wiping the floor, she’ll find dirty socks.
She’ll remember she has to do laundry.
When she puts the laundry in the washer,
She’ll trip over boots and bump into the freezer.
Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan for dinner tonight.

She will get out a pound of hamburger.
She’ll 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 check book 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’s diaper.
While she is changing the diaper, the phone will ring.
Her four-year-old will answer and hang up.

She’ll remember 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.
And chances are…
If she has a cup of coffee,
Her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.