Taking One for the Team
This is how you know you've got too much going on at one time.
I've written about dinner time before. I have started to get a handle on it: I make crock-pots, I cook dinner the night before, I make dinners that are more manageable, I do a lot of leftovers and as usual I often don't eat (well).
Last week I had John John in my arms and we were dancing with Lucy (obviously). I remembered just at the wrong moment that I had something cooking on the stove top. As I was traveling back to the kitchen we heard Jerry pull up (hallelujah). My journey to the kitchen to save the bubbling sauce turned into a confrontation with my stubborn pitbull. What I mean is that I literally walked right into him and he is too sturdy to give way. I fell face first with the baby just as Jerry walked in.
Shit - he saw it all.
I love it when everything is together - you know the kids quiet, patient, dinner ready on the table. Instead he heard blaring Taylor Swift, a nearly ruined dinner, a crying baby and a shaken mom.
After determining that the baby was fine, I started to whimper a little. That freaking hurt. Jerry seemed unfazed.
Days later my bruise started to take over my entire knee. I guess it was ok to let out a little cry..I mean I nearly needed it amputated.
WTF does a mom have to do to get a little attention around here?
I've written about dinner time before. I have started to get a handle on it: I make crock-pots, I cook dinner the night before, I make dinners that are more manageable, I do a lot of leftovers and as usual I often don't eat (well).
Last week I had John John in my arms and we were dancing with Lucy (obviously). I remembered just at the wrong moment that I had something cooking on the stove top. As I was traveling back to the kitchen we heard Jerry pull up (hallelujah). My journey to the kitchen to save the bubbling sauce turned into a confrontation with my stubborn pitbull. What I mean is that I literally walked right into him and he is too sturdy to give way. I fell face first with the baby just as Jerry walked in.
Shit - he saw it all.
I love it when everything is together - you know the kids quiet, patient, dinner ready on the table. Instead he heard blaring Taylor Swift, a nearly ruined dinner, a crying baby and a shaken mom.
After determining that the baby was fine, I started to whimper a little. That freaking hurt. Jerry seemed unfazed.
Days later my bruise started to take over my entire knee. I guess it was ok to let out a little cry..I mean I nearly needed it amputated.
WTF does a mom have to do to get a little attention around here?
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