Yesterday about 4:30 in the p-m, my house became a living, breathing, not-made-for-tv Calgon commercial. I was *trying* to make dinner for my family and also my friend E’s family (you know, E, of GimmE Five fame, YES.YOU.CAN still give $5 to help her beat cancer! Plug Plug.) and all h-e-double-hockeysticks flippin’ broke loose.
I’m in the kitchen with two steaming pots on the stove, and Jonah is in his swing in the living room, snoozing peacefully, while the big kids are playing legos.
Until the big kids start screaming at each other over who can touch which legos when, and the baby wakes up and then also starts screaming, because REALLY, apparently that is the thing to do at this moment if you are the spawn of Jenny and Bobby Rapson.
So then I of course, scream at the big kids to JUST.BE.NICE! All I’m asking you to do here is play, people. PLAY. Is that so bad???
Then I pick Jonah up and get him calmed down.
Finally, I return to my steaming pots and fortunately neither of them have boiled over or caught fire. Yay! And the dinner turned out pretty good I thought! (It was a recipe I am reviewing for ReadySetEat. Cheesy Chili Mac – yum!)
I got dinner together and the kids and I ran it over to E’s. Which is really no problem at all, as she lives really close. *BUT* Sophie was heartbroken when told that we were only dropping dinner off and weren’t going in to play with Olivia, E’s daughter. (Olivia, could you be less fun and charming, please? Geez! Your allure is really inconveniencing me here.) As soon as I pulled away from their house, she yelled “Wait! Go back! You have to go back!” and proceeded to SOB all the way home. Dra-MA! I assured her we’d have Olivia over soon but since it wasn’t right-this-second, it was not good enough. I dragged her into the house and mopped the tears and snot from her face.
Then I pleaded aloud for the Calgon people to come take me away and plunge me into a warm, idyllic bubble bath.
No one showed up.
But, no one showed up with a straitjacket, either.
So there’s that.