Somehow, after years of trudging my way through the trenches of motherhood, I have reached the ultimate pinnacle of triumph. T.Puzzle and Full Speed make me breakfast once a week! And not a sad, soggy, partially frozen waffle sort of deal, but a glorious, made-from-scratch, giant golden, fills-your-whole-plate kind of waffle situation.
To be fair, they learned from the best.
Mad Dog used to frequently make us homemade waffles on the weekend. Then, life got way too busy until everything came to a quarantined halt. He took this pause in time to resurrect this beloved tradition and managed to teach the boys how to do it from start to finish. T.Puzzle runs point and Full Speed is the technical support (readies supplies, melts butter, perfectly times the bacon preparation). Whatever they are doing is working. The waffles turn out amazing and then the whole house smells delicious for hours afterwards.
And then,…they clean it all up afterwards! Sure, there are times that the waffle iron gets left on and the batter mix floats over my kitchen in an apocalyptic-sized cloud, but I’ll take it.
Now that I am at the summit of motherhood freedom, I’m sure T.Puzzle will tell you it’s a swift dive downhill for me into creaking old age. And this may be so, but while I’m here taking in this fabulous view, I plan to party like a rock star and eat as many waffles as humanly possible.