A Recipe for a Relaxing Sabbath
Sometimes you just have to lick the bowl clean.
First of all I would like to know when my seven year old is going to figure out the difference between a fridge and a freezer because when I ask her to put the chicken in the fridge and I find it frozen solid three hours later when I'm ready to cook it I have to think we have a problem.
This is also a reminder not to cook with both of your kids at the same time. Just because it's Father's Day doesn't mean you should help one child make blank while helping the other child make blank. Everyone will dance around, fight and destroy the entire kitchen while the screaming two year old pokes her fingers into everything that she has to have "RIGHT NOW" but you keep telling her is for later.
At some point when the flour is flying and the butter is melting all over the bottom of the microwave you will say, "This is why people don't cook with their children. It is just too frustrating! I should get some kind of award for doing this today."
Then your kids will say, "What kind of award do you want?"
"Oh, Mother of the Year or Greatest Mother in the World or something like that."
"Ok, I'm going to make you one!"
"No I am!"
"No, we'll make it together and then I'll give it to her."
"No, I'll give it to her!"
"No I will and stop telling her what we're doing or it won't be a surprise!"
"She doesn't know what we're talking about! You don't know what we're talking about do you Mom?"
"No, of course not. I can't hear a single word of your yelling at each other. Whatever you're planning will be a big surprise and as long as you make a big mess and argue during the whole process I will be sure to love it," you will say.
And then the fighting will continue as you make everyone clean up the mess and send them to bed except that when they smell bedtime coming they start acting nice and cute and cuddling and reading to each other and then they know they have you right where they want you and you will let them stay up as late as they want and they are right.
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12 Comments:
laughs - and i complain about ONE little helper!!
Funny! So funny because it's so true. And I also only have one - a little one. I can only imagine what lies ahead.
LOL - THANK YOU for speakin the truth! My poor honey tried to let my 9, 4 and 1 1/2 year old girls help with Mother's Day breakfast and there was much whining and complaing and gnashing of teeth - and the kids were loud too! For Father's Day we eat out ;-)
I loved reading this and it reminded me why I have a rule in my house that helping with dinner is a "chore" and my kids rotate through it. Too many cooks a yucky dinner doth make!
Your perspective on life is refreshing and entertaining :) !!
ok if i had been drinking anything it would be dripping down my screen, sooooooo funny!
Oh Lara, you're hilarious! My big struggle would be not to join in the screaming, frankly. =P
That is way too funny. Isn't it great that we have such brilliant children that they can smell bedtime! I am so thankful for that...now how many times can we put them to bed in a day?
Shorty
Ummm, how did you get a day in the life of my family? That was all too descriptive of my children. I've had to tell them only one helper at a time. My kitchen is too small as it is, add four busy bodies to the mix and mom is ready for the pshyc ward before dinner is even in the oven! lol
that photo is just too cute!!
Oh, motherhood. It's not for the faint of heart!
Praise the Lord! That means that it really isn't my poor mothering skills that has caused my own children to be unable to tell the difference between the frige and the freezer! So nice to know that someone else has these problems besides me!
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