I felt like having a wee snack of hot buttered toast with chocolate spread and peanut butter. I'll toast the bread, make a nice cup of tea and enjoy the quiet as the baby has her nap.
The toast pops up. I cover the slices with real butter and then, one gets the chocolate and the other the peanut butter. There's only enough chocolate for one slice and I got it before Husband or Child could.
I go to the table, look out at the gorgeous view from my window. Wisps of steam whisper off the mug. I raise the chocolate covered toast to my lips, butter drips down my thumb and...
I see a small patch of cooked green fur on the toast's crust.
I had to throw both bits away and start with a new loaf of bread...both with peanut butter.
The mood was completely killed.