Am I Manic?

My days are like intense roller coast rides. This morning is a perfect example. After my usual night of interrupted sleep for someone's trip to the bathroom, I awoke to the sweet sound of my children giggling. I savored that moment for about 10 seconds. It was a glorious 10 seconds. Then came the, "MOM!!!"

I am so used to that alarming roll call that I have learned to tune in out, or chosen to tune it out. Either way, I did nothing while my heart started pounding and my blood pressure started rising. On this occasion, there was no need to flee my warm bed. The alarm was silenced by the next activity to capture their attention.

I would have made all those perfect-looking moms on the Food Network proud with my breakfast today. Pancakes, turkey-bacon, fruit. My middle child, Maura, decided to snatch a piece of bacon off the plate while I was finishing the pancakes. No big deal, right? Well, not two minutes later she is in the kitchen gagging on the bacon. Apparently she doesn't like bacon?

Now for anyone that appreciates that gagging can be contagious for those that have weak stomachs, feel for me. Maura and I spent the next five minutes gagging in harmony. I braced myself. I thought I was going to pass out. I had to force myself to eat that beautiful breakfast. It was horrible.

And to think, it's not even 9am.

Barely laughing...