|daughter examining the damage|
Sometimes I am jealous of the bloggers who seem to have their life staged to create blog posts that portray their lives as full of family, fun, punctuated by great fashion sense. Don't get me wrong, my life has its fair share of that. And when my posts portray that life, it is my truth at that moment. That said, my life sometimes includes endless piles of laundry, incomplete things to do lists, and exploding eggs...
A description of my boiled egg fiasco.
Our lives were very hectic before moving out of our last house. I thought I was handling it well, but a few things slipped through the cracks. One day, while upstairs getting my kids ready for the day I heard an animal rummaging down below. I instantly went into "super mommy mode". I projected confidence and strength and went to investigate. I couldn't let the kids know how terrified I was about what I might find. The truth is, some people love animals and I tolerate them. So, believing that an uninvited one was in my kitchen tops my list of worst things that could possibly happen.
|eggs on the stove|
When I got downstairs, instead of finding an animal I found a pot sizzling, eggs that had exploded, and the smell of burnt eggs. Then I remembered. Before deciding to get the kids ready, I decided to boil eggs for our nightly salad. Apparently, I forgot all about them and they exploded. Talk about an epic mom fail! It literally smelled like burnt rotten eggs, there were egg parts on the floor and ceiling, and the walls. The kids were confused. I was mad and there was a mess to clean up. Fortunately, Andre wasn't at home. Indeed, he may be learning about the whole thing right about now...
|eggs on the floor|