This was my first blog post (a few changes have been made) and the inspiration for my blog title.
Could you bring home take-out?
Sooo, it's dinner time. I've just spent the day folding what seemed this morning to be an insurmountable pile of laundry. I've changed three stinky diapers and I'm quite sure I smell another one (I don't know what his problem is). I've dealt with 4 year old girl drama, 9 year old boy attitude, and managed to get all of the kids to do their chores (it would be faster and less stressful to just do it myself, but I have to teach them responsibility on top of everything else). I've just finished cleaning the kitchen from the two other meals I made today (so what if they were cold cereal and mac & cheese), and now they have the nerve to ask me "What's for dinner?" I'm stressed, but I don't give up immediately. First I go to the fully stocked pantry. Then the fully stocked freezer and refrigerator. At each of these places I stand and scan the items in front of me. I even pick up a few boxes and cans of different things and turn them in my hand, contemplating. This all takes about 10 minutes. I sit and think about it for a bit and then get up and look again. First the pantry and so on. Keep in mind that while I am going though this evening ritual I am surrounded by a constant buzz of energy. Running, screaming. "Mom she hit me", "Mom, he looked at me a bad way". Finally, completely worn out and over whelmed I head for the phone. "Has anyone seen the phone?" "Seriously, someone better help me find the phone." Now finally, with phone in hand I call my dear husband. "Could you bring home take-out?". I haven't even enough brain power left to tell him what I want, but I know he won't let me down. Thanks Sam.
