Well, she didn't, and so we came home to half a leftover pizza. The next morning the kids seemed to be hounding us earlier than normal claiming they were starving. They dragged me to our make-shift kitchen (remodel is still happening), and I decided to tell my children that I was about to give them a special treat. I pulled out the pizza and explained that leftover pizza for breakfast is a rare, awesome treat. They were skeptical, but I maintained my position, gave them each a piece, and quickly went back to bed. Later when the baby woke up, I cut up a slice for her and she devoured it. Yep, I fed my kids pizza for breakfast and convinced them that it was really special. Oh, the powers that Moms have! Then we all went to church. I don't recall asking for forgiveness for feeding my children leftover pizza for breakfast, but it doesn't seem all that unhealthy, right? Vegetables, carbs, protein, calcium, and not alot of sugar, so I'm pretty sure it's better than things like pop-tarts.
So, I'm pretty sure I'm Mom of the Year (I wish they would invent a sarcasm font). But, in my defense, I don't have a kitchen at the moment, the kids ate it, and so everyone was happy. I'll just add it to what I'm sure is a long list of MOY-worthy moments (I'll share some of those another time) :-)