REPOST: A Mother's Love

This will be short. My son asked me to make breakfast. Of course he didn't want cereal, no, I had to cook. Nothing major, but if you haven't eaten since yesterday a bowl of Cheerios looks like a Thanksgiving spread. Anyway, I made eggs and toast since my daughter has also gone pescetarian/lacto-ovo vegetarian depending on the day and what is offered. Well, as I buttered the toast and put it in the toaster, my stomach started talking to me. Lord Help Me when the eggs started cooking. It sounded as if I were possessed. My stomach was screaming bloody murder. Guess what else? The children are out of school today AGAIN! WHY?!?!?! They just got there. They haven't even learned anything yet! Do you know what this means? I am going to have to make 2 more meals today and I can't even lick my fingers. Okay this was not so short. Sorry.