Ben and Ryder reunited for "bucket heads!"

The last three days have been a series of daily disasters – but I didn’t realize the humor until this morning when the third disaster struck. Then it became funny. It all started with a blue plastic bottle at the commissary. Sam thought it looked pretty interesting. He’d been badgering me throughout the store about paper plates, yogurt covered raisins, more applesauce… So I told him, as I often do, if you can read it we can buy it. So I sent him back to the Kefir bottle. He brought back a blueberry probiotic smoothie. Since he’d read it, we bought it. This morning in our school morning madness, he wanted the smoothie. So he got it out and after I’d prepped cereal for the boys I went to shake it up for  him and pour it. All of a sudden there was smoothie coming out everywhere – landing on Sam’s hair, his shirt, the floor. All over! In shock (because I hadn’t had any coffee yet!) I chose to laugh instead of get irritated. Then Dave chimed in from the couch where he was putting his shoes on – “I really think you should get control of yourself. It’s not funny.” Awww. But laughing was better than the alternative, which is sheer frustration at having to now clean up smoothie mess, change clothes all on top of an already busy morning. I thought it was a little funny seeing smoothie come flying out and land all over Sam – probiotic, too, like what was going to grow in his hair? Is it like megafertilizer?

It all turned out ok after Sam changed his shirt and we moved on with the morning. I found out later today my kitchen clock was 11 minutes slow. So hopefully tomorrow when I get 11 minutes back in my morning all will come together smoothly…here’s hoping!