The trouble with food is that I have too many children that eat me out of house and home. WHO knew that having one teenager plus one tween plus one kindergartener would involve SO MUCH bloody food??? I swear to God if they had their way I would be chained to the kitchen destined to only serve them. It is midnight...MIDNIGHT and William is in bed moaning about being hungry....and see...they know I can't deal with that. They know my biggest nightmare is having hungry children...so down I trek to the kitchen to get him a cut up apple with peanut butter. He asked for ice cream. YES B'Y! Ice cream at this time of night. I don't think so mister, not on my watch. It's an apple or nothing.
Jacob - God love him, Jacob decided that right before bed he was hungry...and then wanted cauliflower. Now I should know to keep it on hand because he loves it so much, but you know, it's gone and I haven't been to the supermarket to buy more. So he throws a fit. Good lord what 5 year old throws a fit over vegetables??? Know what appeased him? I dare you to guess....nah, you won't get it. Broccoli. He was satisfied with a head of broccoli. O-K..whatever works there Cujo - eat your broccoli.
It's a good thing Jennifer is out tonight, otherwise by this time I would be hearing the pop of popcorn...and smelling it would make me hungry. I think she is addicted to popcorn...
Aaaaaand...now I'm hungry. I wonder what's in the fridge for me to eat?
Saturday, February 10, 2007
The Trouble with Food
Posted by Melissa at 11:53 PM
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4 comments:
Mmmm apple with peanut butter sounds good.
Broccoli...your kid likes broccoli - you are so lucky.
LOL. I'm totally laughing at the thought of seeing you up with two boys at midnight. One wanting ice cream and one wanting Cauliflower. Hmmm.... I think that's a conversation for a scrap page!
Chris
Ha! J tells me, "Mama, I don't actually like broccoli. You like broccoli, but I don't." He'd be the one up asking for ice cream at midnight. Or fruit snacks. Or anything loaded with sugar.
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