All In One Morning

Yesterday morning, in a nutshell, didn't go according to plan.
Picture this: Hubby's day off, so I decided I'd start out with a nice, yummy, b-fast for the family, followed by a nice cup of morning joe - sitting together, blissfully, on our porch swing as we watch the kids play happily in the backyard, followed by a huge family hug displaying proudly our deep love for each other.

** CUE SCREECHING RECORD COMING TO HALT**

Now picture this: I started off with what was going to be a nice b-fast for the fam. I, however, made little pieces of charcoal briquettes (formerly known as sausage patties), scrambled eggs, that according to my 4 yr old son, were "not like grandmas scambed eggs" & asked for a bowl of lucky charms instead. 
I became extremely irate when the toast I was making had already been in the toaster for, no kidding, 20 minutes! Then I realized I had forgotten to plug it in. So now I'm having to zap everyone's plates in the micro. cause "Mommy forgot to plug in the toaster" and "We all know you can't have a real b-fast without the toast mom". 
So far, NO good. 

Finally got everyone fed, and now for that cup of joe outside, right?? - WRONG. Cause before I know it, I hear a loud noise coming from the backyard. My husband decides it's time for him to start up the leaf blower and blow, not only the leaves, but every other object, off of the back porch. Puzzled as to why I am looking at him with a disgusted look on my face, He says" I thought you wanted to sit on the swing" ... "So I was cleaning off the porch" ... OK does anyone else see the wrong in that or is it just me??? So instead of explaining to him the difference between cleaning the back porch by maybe, I don't know, just SWEEPING it like a normal person. I chose to just see the positive in this, and that his intentions were indeed sweet if you really think about it. I tried not to focus on all of the "stuff" that is now laying in the yard, that I will have to pick up later & return to the porch! OK....so he gets done.....kids are armed with bubbles, bouncy balls, juice pouches, and coffee for mommy and we're off...........

10 MINUTES LATER .......... 

Everyone is running back inside hacking and coughing, coughing and hacking, and more hacking because our dear, considerate, lovely new neighbors decided to burn a GINORMOUS pile of leaves and what smelled like rubber & plastic on the edge of our creek, right by our back yard, so that the wonderful wind could blow a great, continuous, billow of smoke that proceeds to envelop us and it doesn't move on, it just hovers until we are all dying of smoke inhalation. UGH! Darn those neighbors and their smokey pile trying to sabotage my perfect day!
So now we go inside and I, feeling so bad that the kids can't play outside for a while now, bend down and scoop my 4 yr old son in my arms and he looks at me ever so lovingly, then wrinkles his little nose and says " EW! You smell like uncle Mario" and runs off holding his nose. God Bless my bro-n-law! Love him to death. But he's an avid smoker and has a permanent "smoky aroma" to him. So this is what my son meant when he wrinkled his nose and ran away, leaving me... stinky & rejected. 
Ahhhh, what a day.

So by that point I could see that my efforts, however well intentioned they may have been, were in vain. So for the remainder of the morning, after showering the "uncle mario" smell off, I decided to just crawl back into bed & surrender.The kids & Dad jump in to join me. My son happy now that his mommy "smells like perfume" gives me that hug. Followed by my huge family hug that I so, at that moment, desperately needed.



Ahhh, I guess it didn't turn out so bad after all ;-)