It’s lunchtime. Again.
I don’t want to complain, but I need to whine. I am so tired of making lunch. anddinnerandbreakfastandsnackandlunchanddinnerandbreakfast andsnackandlunchanddinnerandsnack and dishes…. and crumbs…
Crying. There is wailing and gnashing of teeth in my humble filthy home. My home is a mess, but I look terrific! School is out and Miss Queen of All Threeness and Tyranny is sick. My oldest is sick too. The middle child sits whistling until she gets assaulted by her big bro who is not too sick to assault her. Super. I see you are turning green with envy.
Did I mention parent-teacher conferences are today? I had a place for the kids to go until the illnesses reared their feverish heads. NOW, because I WILL NOT reschedule my conference times (yes, back-to-back conferences)… I will drag all the sickness, the rage, the discontent, the very will of…. of…. Hell with me.
Pray for me. Pray for my community.
***meanwhile, the children are now contently muching on a healthy lunch of Cheez-Its… Maternally served by the 5 year-old… All three offspring are happily crunching orange, cheesy bits onto the couch and carpet… Cheez-Its must have some protein in them… yes???***
When Ben and Chloe were little I served ice cream for dinner once….it’s now family lore and legend…..
Ugh! Did you survive the conferences? And why does THAT always happen? When you have things planned and the kids get sick and then there is no one to watch them. WHY I ask!?
Wow. How did the conferences go? You are a braver woman than I.
I served the cheeze-it lunch for lunch, Oh so many times. But I’m not a good example-setter…see tonight we went to a diner for dinner and I ordered panckaes and a glass of Merlot. Ummmm, that wasn;t the best wine and food pairing…AT ALL!