Sprinkled Donuts

I wanted to be super mom.

What better way to be super mom to your kids than to run out and grab them fresh donuts for breakfast from Anna's Bakery?

But super moms are women who know their children and who will look in the face of the baker and say "no, I need three sprinkled donuts, not one."

I am just an average mom, intimidated by the man behind the glass who in his crazy mind thinks that a plain donut is just as good, so I just took the one sprinkled, the one glazed, the one chocolate covered, the one cake, and the old-fashioned glazed with chocolate and the one glazed blueberry (which has to be unpopular) and walked out the door off to charm my children.

Instead I was mean mom due to the scarcity created by the youngest child getting the sprinkled as the first one with her shoes on.  My eldest child pulled the same trick on me Saturday night when I brought home the Habit and his burger didn't have lettuce (I gave up my tasty terikayi burger with swiss and took his lame kids' burger and went into my room proclaiming that I wanted to be alone where my kids couldn't be unappreciative.)  And by the way if I tried to serve up some lettuce in another form, like salad, I would be mean mom too.

In expression of his anger over the sprinkled donut this morning (after shoving a glazed down in one bite) he refused to take his lunch to which Steve said "boy that is smart."  Casey's response?  Well it WOULDN'T be smart because I would THROW UP if I ate it because it is so disgusting.

All because I only got one sprinkled donut.

I keep telling myself that the secret to life is low expectations yet I set myself up over and over again.

So much for super mom.