drinking beer and eating french fries

After the boys napped, they raced downstairs to raid Daddy's home office for contraband like munchies and m&m's.  I was still upstairs lying on the floor trying to muster some energy tidying up their room a bit before my afternoon shift of toddler wrangling got going at full throttle.

I hear a distracted T. trying to work on his computer ask the boys;  "Where's mommy?"

To which M. replied without missing a beat;

"Upstaihrs.  Eating french fries and drinking beer."

 WHICH IS OBVIOUSLY NOT TRUE AND NEVER WAS TRUE & WILL BE UNTRUE FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE. Would I be writing this mommy blog if eating french fries and drinking beer during the day was an option?  

Maybe I'm going about this whole stay at home mom thing all wrong.

And filed under sweet things;  E. asked me to marry him the other day.  My boy.  I told him I will always be his mommy and he will always be my son and what could be better than that?