Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Things you don't want to find in your washer

~Screwdrivers (although, to be fair, I found it in the dryer)
~Cough drops, with the wrapper hermetically sealed to the drop
~Roller-ball pens
~Roller-ball pens without caps
~Plastic wrappers of any kind
~Industrial Sharpies!!!

It does not get any more exciting than this!

It's dinnertime here at Casa Fries, and I'm setting a bad example by posting on LJ while eating dinner with the girls.

Tonight's entree (for all four of us girls) is grilled cheese sandwiches, and...wait for it...letter-shaped tater tots.

Large Fry wasn't too enthused with actual tater tots when I tried those before. Now she's happily squooshing the leaked-out cheese from her sandwich into the holes of a Tater-B. Apparently this is a combo that works. Then again, she did think the alpha-tots were "cookies." If I could just get her to eat instead of play....

Medium and Small Fries are just as happily devouring.

Yes, I'm having grilled cheese and alphatatertots too. My sandwich has a bit more pizazz, though. I added garlic powder and leaf oregano. Yum.

Dessert will probably be more of those frosted sugar cookies that Hubby loves so much. I'll cut them in half for the Fries, which means I get the last half guilt-free. After all, I'm making sure half a cookie doesn't get left behind.

Why is it...

...that the phone always rings at the moment you are least inclined to answer it, or be able to answer it?

...that three perfectly happy and content children suddenly become little banshees the minute you're indisposed?

...that the children have no desire to play "huggie!" when they're clean, but only when they're covered in PB&J from their hair to their high chair trays?

...that motherhood is not allowed sick days?

...that I only have an appetite for cough drops and not real food?

...that I didn't complain yesterday when the P.A. prescribed doxycycline and I know how it affects me? (Oh, yeah, I forgot.)

...that the three-year-old has discovered she can blame the cat(s) for things?

...that I can't find another pair of little socks? (Not that it matters; Faith would whip them off anyway.)

...that I "lost" the classical radio station Wednesday afternoon at naptime, but found it again at bedtime that same night?

...that the three-year-old insists on smooshing her sandwich quarters together into "birthday cake"?

...that I wonder these questions when I shouldn't even be asking them?