It's Not Mother's Day

Ahh, it's summer! The time for lazy days and relaxed schedules. Although some days it seems like we are just as busy as always.

Our routine around these parts is to do our grocery shopping on Tuesday's. I get lots of sympathy glances at Target . . .

 

 

Much to my husband's chagrin, my grocery list does not always get fulfilled. Either because I ran out of room in the buggy or because my sanity was on the brink and I just decided to leave. He does not understand how this happens.

 

That means that on Sunday's and Monday's we are sometimes searching for things to eat and getting creative in the kitchen.

 

A Burford family tradition was to have blueberry muffins on Saturday's and my dad's biscuits on Sunday's. At the Brown house, we do something similar with muffins and/or pancakes on the weekends. Most weekends I ask the boys which of those they'd like - if they can't agree sometimes I'm nice and I make both.

 

On Mother's Day I made toast (friends, please inform my husband of the whole make mom breakfast on Mother's Day concept, thank you). That was met with grumbling and I informed the kids that it was Mother's Day so I got to do what I wanted.

 

Combine that with in the summer I shop with three kids and we often are scraping the barrel waiting on grocery day to roll back around and the other day I didn't do my usual - what do you want? pop tarts, cereal, toast, etc. I just made sausage and toast and called it a day. And Mason just stared at me blankly and matter of fact informed me that today WAS NOT MOTHER'S DAY!

 

Oh my - good thing I like him! So this summer will be filled with lots of "here I made it, now eat it," just to prove that it should always be mother's day!