On March 5, 2013, I was just browsing through Facebook, when someone posted this poem. It is so true of mothers to go from one activity to another so seamlessly, without missing a beat. Sometimes I often wonder how they do it So on this Mother's day 2013, here is a little tribute to you, and I still aspire to be among one of you one day (although some of you out there are shaking your heads and wonder why would I, lol). So here is the poem I found and do not take credit for, By Anonymous.
If You Give a Mom a Muffin
If you give a mom a muffin,
She’ll want a cup of coffee to go with it.
She’ll pour herself some.
Her 3 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 the laundry.
When she puts the laundry into the washer,
She’ll trip over boots and bump into the freezer.
Bumping into the will remind her,
She has to plan for supper.
She will get out a pound of hamburger.
She’ll look for her cookbook (“101 Things To Do 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 checkbook is in her purse that is being dumped out by her 2 year old.
She’ll smell something funny.
She’ll change the 2 year old’s diaper.
While she is changing the diaper, the phone will ring.
Her 5 year old will answer and hang up.
She’ll remember she wants to phone a friend for coffee.
Thinking off coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup.
And chances are…
If she a cup of coffee,
Her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.
Happy Mother's Day, especially to my mom, Mrs. Nellie R. Logan