I woke up nice and early this morning to get ready for the long day ahead. I am currently watching four extra children and I knew that I would need to be prepared to make the most of the crazy day to come. After showering and getting ready, I headed downstairs at 7 to make breakfast for the crew, one of which is sleeping at my house for a few days.
By 8:30 I realized I still had not had any breakfast and was suddenly starving. I remembered the homemade zucchini bread in the pantry and got very excited at the idea of a few toasty slices. After carefully cutting the bread and toasting it to perfection, I left it on the counter to tend to one of the seven children.
When I returned, not only were my lovely slices gone by way of my beastly dog, so was the ENTIRE LOAF. You've never seen someone get so upset by the loss of carbs as I! Completely frustrated, I stomped hungrily out of the house to load all the children into the car and take Hannah to preschool.
Fast forward a few hours later to when my lovely VT's stopped by for a quick visit. We had a nice little chat about the chaos that is currently my life and as they left, they handed me a bag of goodies. Inside was a lovely loaf of some kind of bread that smelled divine. Happy to be able to make up for this morning incident, I carefully unwrapped the bread and sliced away.
At that exact moment, one of the kids screamed bloody murder and I went running. After comforting said child for about 20 minutes (they had fallen hard on the tile) I returned to the kitchen to find the SECOND loaf of bread eaten by my dog.
So, if you any of you would like to put an overweight, lazy chocolate lab under your tree, give me a call.