I’m sure you’ve all been there. You have something totally perfect planned out, visions of parenting awesomeness are dancing in your head and bam…nothing turns out as planned. That’s what happened to me.

It was a lazy Sunday morning. The snow had begun to fall signalling the start of an expected storm, everyone was cozy in their PJs and I was right in the mood to make waffles for my family. Not just any waffles though…waffles from scratch! No instant mix for this Momma! I set out my measuring cups, got out the bowls and went to get my waffle iron to cook up a scoff. Upon opening the box (which had only been opened once…3 years ago…), I noticed that the waffle iron looked funny. Upon closer inspection, I found that it was splotched with mould. Oh me nerves!! I’m guessing it wasn’t totally dry the last time I put it away. No problem though…I’ll clean it off and disinfect it. 45 fruitless minutes later, there was still spots on the iron. “Batter da Jesus” (or “get out of here” for all you come from aways) I thought to myself as I tossed the useless thing back into the box.

That’s ok, I’ll make pancakes from scratch instead! I got out my Mickey Mouse pancake maker, switched out the ingredients and got ready to cook. What do I need…1.5 cups of flour. Ok, easy enough. I got the flour…and realized it was basically all gone. I maybe had 1/2 a cup left. Are you kidding me?! How do I NOT have flour?! I sighed, put most everything away and got out the Aunt Jemima pancake mix. Bam…pancakes!

So that’s my little tale of how I frigged up breakfast. Lol! In the end, we all ate pancakes and bacon because bacon never lets you down.