Breakfast is Overrated and Other Lies I Tell Myself

Mornings in my house are chaotic to say the least. Almost every morning starts off rushed because I am not a morning person and have a tendency to oversleep. Add in four kids who need to get ready for school and our house becomes a comical scene of clothes flying, kids running from the kitchen to the bathroom to brush teeth and ends regularly with both of my daughters sprinting down the street to catch the bus.

This week the intensity has been turned up by a four-legged visitor. In addition to my two dogs, a third is staying with us while we try to track down her owners. She is a beautiful golden retriever, lab mix. She is young, energetic, and has definitely disrupted my normal routine.

Tuesday I got everybody up for school and started the process of letting all thee dogs out and making sure they were all getting along OK. I asked both girls what they wanted to eat. My 6-year-old, Elliot, asked for cereal and Presley, 8, asked for a waffle.

I poured Elliot a bowl of cereal and put Presley's waffle in the toaster oven and then ran to get them clothes. I realized how late it was and frantically packed their lunches. I whisked them off to shine their pearly whites and then scooted them out the door.

Whew! Two kids down, two to go.

Both boys wanted waffles so I opened up the toaster oven and what do I find? Presley's waffle!!!! I forgot to feed her!!! Horrified does not even begin to describe my feelings.

As embarrassing as it was, I called the school and told the principal what happened and asked him to relay to my daughter that she should buy breakfast at school. This was for sure not one of my finer mom moments.

Luckily the principal was able to laugh and so far Children and Youth Services has not shown up at my door.

Yet.