This morning I woke up with all intentions on making a nice breakfast for the family. Weekday mornings are usually filled with cereal or pop tarts, whatever the kids feel like eatting before rushing out the door to a long school day. I had bought a loaf of texas toast bread last weekend because my middle child Loves my french toast. Well I got up I made it and the kids all 3 of them were happy, they loved it and ate it up. For a moment I was the worlds best mom and I could hear people cheering in my head LOL. I told DH that breakfast was ready and he said he wasnt ready for it yet. So fast forward to later this morning, I am in the kitchen DH asks me to get the milk out, I said for what? He is going to have cereal. WHAT? I was insulted. He got mad because I was upset with him and said Well you know I dont like french toast that much, Um NO, No I did not, when in the almost 14 years of us being together have you EVER told me you dont like french toast? or have not eatten it? I then went on to tell him If we were at your moms you would eat it. UGH My super mom moment was crushed and now im sad LOL.