Monday, November 10, 2014

If a Dog Feeds You a Pancake

Doesn’t breakfast in bed sound good? Envision your significant other bringing you a tray with a steaming cup of coffee (hot chocolate in my case), homemade pancakes with maple syrup, crispy bacon, fresh fruit and a linen napkin. There is a beautiful flower in a vase on the tray and a half crayon/ half marker drawing of you that the kids made. You sit up in bed, against your fluffy pillows, with your hair looking like you just left the salon (no bed head here) and cheerfully say, “What a great way to start my day!” 

Well, that is not how it happened in my house. I have been waking up at 5:00 am to go to Burn Bootcamp. The house is peaceful; well more like eerily quiet at that hour. I quickly get my work out clothes on. I will even admit to sleeping in the pants to make things easier.  I throw my hair - my bed head hair - in a ponytail and headband, get my sneakers on and head to the kitchen to fill my water bottle.

I sensed something was odd before I even turned the light on and I was right. The trash can, the one I have only had for a couple of months, had been dragged from one side of the kitchen to the other, tipped over and dumped out. There is only one member of our family that could have done this, and yes my favorite four-legged friend was nowhere in sight. It was quite obvious that we had forgotten to lock the trash can. You think I would have learned my lesson after this same thing happened a couple of weeks ago. Our family trash from the last few days literally scattered around the kitchen.

What’s a girl to do at that moment? I fill my water bottle and leave for Bootcamp. No pain, no gain and let’s face it, trash will wait for me. After a killer leg work-out, so killer that it hurt to press the emergency brake on the Explorer, I return to the kitchen. I bend down, continuing my squat work-out as I clean up the mess before anyone else comes downstairs.

I was determined to keep Tobi’s little middle of the night shenanigans a secret. I run up, no I mean I struggle up the stairs and am about to flop on the bed and wait to hear, “bathroom’s free,” when I spot it. Yes - a two-day old perfectly round pancake, made by my husband, on the center of the comforter.  I throw it in the bedroom trash only to discover another pancake, this one half eaten, under the covers on Todd’s side of the bed. Now I get it – Tobi’s version of breakfast in bed. But, where’s my drink?

Everyone finishes getting ready for work and school and heads downstairs. Todd calls Tobi to go outside and notices she was carrying something in her mouth. “Is that a pancake?” he asks. “Where did she get that?” My 40lb friend had let her secret be known.

I quickly open the door to the backyard for Tobi and grab the pancake. I deposit it to its rightful place in the now upright trash can. I then suggested, more like proclaimed that it is time to supersize Tobi’s portion of Science Diet, so she doesn’t need to dig through the trash every night.

Then the light bulb went off in my head. Another mystery solved. I now know where the pizza crust I found in my bed a couple of weeks ago came from.

True confession of the day:  If anybody is looking for a gift idea for us, we could use a new, heavy duty trash can!