The afterwork frenzy is really getting to me. I mean seriously, is it even possible to make dinner while entertaining a 2 and 4 year old that haven't seen Mommy all day? Make dinner, entertain, listen, referee and unpack the all our bags? Make dinner, entertain, listen, referee, unpack bags, feed the dogs and answer the ringing phone?
Last night amid the chaos, I made spaghetti faces. Henry took several no thank you bites and exclaimed, "The eyes taste really good!" Now if I could only get Liam to dine on something, anything, that doesn't start with 'goldfish' and end with 'cracker'.
|no thank you face|