Wednesday, January 28, 2009

If You Give a Mommmy a Cup of Coffee


Based on the book If You Give a Mouse a Cookie. Dedicated to all parents out there who lives, like mine, lack any linearity.

If you give a mommy a cup of coffee, she's going to want some milk to put in it.

When she opens the refrigerator and takes out the milk, her middle daughter will ask for some.

After she gives her daughter the milk, her child will proceed to spill the milk all over the kitchen floor.

She will clean the spill up off the floor, using the last of the paper towels. She'll run to the laundry room to get more.

While she's in the laundry room she'll notice the huge pile of laundry she's been meaning to fold all week. She'll start folding.

A few minutes later her older daughter will find her and ask for a snack. She'll go back upstairs and wash some grapes.

Her daughter will take the grapes into the living room and, moments later, the baby will grab the bowl, left unattended on the coffee table, and drop them all over the floor.

She will go into the living room, clean up the grapes, and daughter #2 will ask her to read
Harold and the Purple Crayon.

After reading the book to all three kids, struggling to keep the baby from ripping the pages, her daughters will ask to draw a picture like Harold in the book.

She will go into the kitchen to search the junk drawer for three intact purple crayons. While the kids are drawing in the kitchen she will realize it's lunch time. She'll make lunch.

After instructing her kids, five times, to wash their hands, she will finally get them to the table. Eating their peanut butter sandwiches and baby carrots, her daughters will tell her they are thirsty.

She will go the refrigerator to get them something to drink. She'll take out the milk.

And chances are if she takes out the milk, she might remember the coffee to go with it.




2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow - very impressed with both the realistic nature of the story and the ability to keep in perfect tune with the Pig/Moose/Mouse stories!

Anonymous said...

This IS my life! I thought I had some sort of late-onset attention deficit disorder. What a relief to know it is just the result of being a mother of small children!

Great post.

B