Tuesday, March 22, 2011

You Are HERE

Really, I was over at The Persnickety Eater plotting a piece on tonight's dinner, but the Dashboard was experiencing technical difficulties. Not to be thwarted, my inner "A-ha!" reminded me of my "other" blog over here - the one not-really-intended-for-food - sitting ready for other rambling literary, erm, stuff.

Of course, Life tried to persuade me to do other things instead. "Go outside and check on your eldest son, who should be back from returning his friend's football up the street. Take your younger son along so he won't have a conniption when you walk out the door. Spend a few minutes trying to photograph them until the elder shows you a long, bloody scratch on the younger's shoulder. Clean up the little one and send him into a conniption afterall when, even with help from Daddy, you get the Band-Aid stuck in his hair. Finish getting dinner ready then feed your bowl to the youngest because you're thrilled that he's eating the veggies without complaint. Fix yourself another bowl and try to enjoy it even though it's half cold by the time you sit down to eat. Retrieve the Band-Aid, which is only barely hanging on after just ten minutes of wear."

Bound AND determined [what else?], I finally made it back here to the keyboard as the boys (including the biggest one, a.k.a. Hubby) ate their dinners in a relative state of calm. Yes, there were a few odd noises and mini guffaws, but overall an acceptable mealtime.

Now the littler one has a dark chocolate goatee and the bigger one is totally grossed out. Better intervene before there's another mess to clean up and more time is spent NOT writing!

3 comments:

jess said...

I feel like a rockstar tonight. I made tacos and prepped the toppings beforehand so that the kitchen & dining room were spotless less than half an hour after we finished dinner. I'm not sure if that's ever happened before.

Oh, and in our house (having a girl population and therefore being inundated with Strawberry Shortcake and Hello Kitty band aids) we call the, um, non-feminine ones MANdaids. ;)

jess said...

Eucalyptus leaves heading your way as soon as you email me your address. :)

Gypsy Guru said...

That would totally make me feel like a rockstar, too - My sink is usually chock full by the time dinner is ready and since it's my hubby's "job" to do the dishes, it usually gets done after everyone else (including me) is in bed.

I'll get that email to you soon - can almost smell the eucalyptus already!