At forty years old, you would think I would not get pancake syrup all over me

My two youngest boys got up this morning and had a unbeatable appetite for waffles. Having woke up with a sweet tooth, I decided that I, too, would indulge in this worship of sugar. I realize that six and eight year old's would get syrup everywhere, surprisingly in their mouths, but to have a forty year old woman get it everywhere too?

I waited until the boys where done and I reminded them to wash their hands and face. I was smart not to have them get dressed until after breakfast. What I did not bank on was I had gotten syrup on my hair, my nightgown, my favorite robe, my laptop (how did I ever get it on the keys will forever plague me), the coffee table and the hand-grip of my coffee cup. I quickly ran to the shower, not daring to get my clothes out first. Knowing me, I would have gotten syrup on my clean clothes. I let the hot water drown me before I lathered up.

After getting dressed, I went and cleaned my most loved laptop. I forgot the coffee cup, until I grabbed it. Man, syrup all over my clean hands. I dumped the left over coffee (while playing Taps in my head as a tear came to my eyes seeing the precious coffee go down the drain), washed my hands and got a clean cup.

My husband came by, seeing my coffee cup in the sink and I was nabbed getting another one. My husband does the dishes, bless his heart. After giving that look, you know the one - 'I just got the dishes done and your putting a one used coffee cup in the sink' look. I apologized and just said, "Syrup". He nodded and smiled a pathetic smile at me, seeming to forgive me. He went about his business and I retrieved a new cup of coffee.

I went over to my coffee table, my make shift office (to view my hubpages profile and to check out what was going on). This is only temporary, honest, until I can get the computer desk situated. I sat down and what do you know - I noticed syrup on my rug.

Grumbling obscenities, I got up to see my husband looking at me. He shook his head and said, "No more eating in the living room for you," with a horrible smile. You see, last night my husband had been eating chocolate rice krispies in the living room. One of our cats jumped up on him making him dump a bowl full of milk and cereal on the floor and my most loved couch. I had to clean it up, giving him holy hell about eating in the living room and having to get out the rug cleaner spray. I guess, I spoke too soon.

To make a long story short, no one is allowed to eat in the living room (especially the adults, my kids told us), and I am banned from waffle syrup. This is fine with me as I think I have a tooth ache.