Happiness in Deep-Fried Dough

The non-stop rain the past couple of days really affected the moods here this morning. Taylor was whiny, Michael was screaming about his stool being out of place, having to walk from the living to the kitchen, etc. and I was ticked about the smelly wet dog and just not ready to deal with any of it. I don't like to yell, but man was I Grouch Mom this morning! Deep down, I'm not a morning person anyway. I became one out of necessity. In my single days, I worked nights on the copy desk (9 p.m. to 5 a.m. shift) or covered late-night games. My ideal sleep schedule was 2 a.m. to 10 a.m. Of course, that had to change. I enjoy working out before the kids get up, but I don't deal with conflict very well in the early hours.

What's the best cure for three sour moods? Donuts! We hit up the new donut shop in town before Taylor went to school. I think we all feel a little better. :)

Heaven in a sprinkle-covered, lard-fried hunk o' dough.

Why have you been holding out on us Mommy???

Thumbs up!

Donut holes - the perfect size for the Pear. (Notice he's sitting in a big-boy booster chair?)

I'm not going to lie. They made me happy, too.

Until next time,

Mommy Kel