Typical Saturday

A typical Saturday in this house goes something like this:

8am: Wake up because the toddler is in her room screaming Mama! Bring toddler to my bedroom to wake the husband because nothing is better than being woken up by a toddler jumping on your midsection (and lower hehe).

8:30am: Kids are fed bowls of cereal while coffee is being made and the parents are waking up.

9:ooam: Coffee and surfing the web while children run around tearing apart the house.

11am: Whining of boredom and hunger ensues. From the husband. Not the children.

12ishpm: Agreement is made. The husband and I will make breakfast together.

So, this happening today was nothing unusual. Neither is the fact that the husband enjoyed watching whatever movie he was watching for the billionth time while I made breakfast. He did manage to wander in the kitchen where I sent him on a hunt through the cabinet and pantry for self rising flour. He came up empty and mumbled something about not having homemade biscuits afterall before he disappeared into the living room again. I of course made the biscuits with all purpose flour and saved the day. As I was making the biscuits, something came over me. I began making comments in this silly little voice. It was something like the gingerbread man in Shrek's voice. I said things like "Don't worry I will make the breakfast by myself as usual", "Don't worry I have it under control", "Don't worry I only put a little poison in the biscuits". All of these comments went ignored. Seemingly unheard. Then he mosied (is that a word) into the kitchen:

Him:What are you in here mumbling about?
Me: Uh. Nothing.
Him: Something. I could hear blah blah blah blah blah in a strange voice.
Me: (Begins laughing hysterically) Nothing at all, dear.
Him: You have lost your mind, haven't you?

He again disappeared. He later returns at a stressful moment in the breakfast cooking process where I didn't have time to be bothered. He asked what he needed to do. I turned around with a (butter) knife in my hand. He flashed me. This resulted in another fit of giggles. Apparently, he was trying to show me where to stab him where I thought he was trying to distract me with his gorgeous chest. I put him to work stirring the sausage (for the gravy).

Of course, about the time breakfast is done (at 1pm) DQ and the toddler are coming in ready for more food. Funny how they always get two meals to my one. I will have you know, bloggyverse, not one of the members of this household have said anything resembling words of gratitude or praise. As I type this, I am being stared at by DQ who is awaiting second helpings. I haven't even managed to finish my plate yet. Aye!

So, what are typical Saturdays like in your house?