At Least They're Committed

Was proud and relieved this morning that I was able to make Dutch Baby for breakfast. I panicked when the cupboard was bare. Note to self, when sending the guys to get the food for the birthday gathering whilst you get paper stuff and decorations, remind them that it’s a sleepover! No matter. Looking into the sweet, innocent, hungry faces of DSII and his friends (OK, maybe exhausted and grumpy instead of sweet and innocent) I was happy we had the stuff and, best yet, they liked it. I put out green chili sauce, grape jam, hot sauce, chocolate chips, lemon butter and, hmmm, maybe that was it. No! Syrup! And they scarfed it, trying new things with each slice.

Last night, I dutifully decorated the house (minimally, as requested), baked the pizza, prepped the ice cream cake — DS and I even got a girl to jump out of it . . . and she only cost $1 — and took DSII on a video game run. Fell short in the singing department, though. Me and DSII’s buds kind of mumbled through it. D was home, but missed it because he was watching the CU-UCLA game downstairs and thought DSII called down to him “It’s time for gay!” when he’d called to him, “It’s time for cake!”and so he didn’t bother to come up.

Point is, while I’m mostly about introspection, lamentation, questioning, reasoning and doubt on this blog, when it comes right down to it, in real life I’m a pretty kick @$$ mom and person in general.