Saturday, January 17, 2009

I Really Should Be Thinner.

I got to thinking the other day after trying for a solid hour to finish my salad that I really should be a lot thinner. Not that I'm thin, but when I sit and really think about how often I actually get to sit and eat a meal, I realize it's a miracle that I'm not a 90lb bobble head.

I stopped on the way home from picking the Munchkin up from school and got a grilled house salad from Zaxby's, yummy salads, expensive, but oh so good. I got home and for the next hour tried desperately to eat. It went something like this.

Unload all kids and gear from car, set salad on the table.

Get babies out of carseat, realize they both have poop. Change both diapers, and one outfit because "Ashley" kicked pant leg into poop. Sit them on the floor to play before nap. This should give me a good 20 minutes, if I'm lucky.

Head to the kitchen to eat, take 2 bites.

Munchkin yells that she has to go poop. "Fine" I yell back, "call me when you're done"

Take a bite of salad. Hear the Munchkin yelling at Mary Kate and Ashley who have wandered into the bathroom to watch.

Get up to retrieve said "audience" and remind Munchkin how many time she has intruded upon my private pooping time. Now she knows how I feel.

Set babies up in the living room and head back to the bathroom to help the Munchkin clean up.

Check on babies as I make my way back to my salad, take about 3 more bites before I hear the makings of a sibling rivalry happening in the other room. Get up to see the Munchkin dragging her sisters across the hardwoods on their bellies, the squeals are that of joy rather than terror until one rolls over at hits her head, all hell breaks loose and it's time for bottles and naps.

Look longingly at my salad across the kitchen as I'm preparing bottles.

Feed babies, check/change diapers, put babies upstairs for nap.

Come back downstairs thinking that now I can eat my salad before I put the Munchkin down. I was sadly mistaken, Munchkin proclaimed that she wasn't really finished pooping and needs to go again. Lovely. I decided while we were at it, I might as well get her ready for nap too. Go through the 50 step naptime routine, promise not to shut the door all the way, yada yada and head back to my salad that no longer looks appealing.

Chunk salad, and settle in on the sofa to fold laundry and catch up on my DVR.

9 comments:

countryfriedmama said...

I find that the "mommy-can-I-have-a-bite-of-that" diet is also effective. I never get to eat all of my own food unless I hide from Miss D. first.

momx2 said...

All I can say is ditto ditto ditto. And you are much thinner than me. SOmetimes I dont sit down until 8ish. Im thinking...shouldnt I be burning more calories! ITs not fair

Mommapeas said...

Hmmm...Maybe we'd all be a little fatter if we got to eat normally. Maybe we should be thankful they don't let us eat. Nah...

And countryfried - I have to hide my food too. I've actually been found eating in the pantry with the door closed once or twice.

Can Doo said...

I wouldn't even be able to stop and get food with the kids in the car. Even though I pack their lunches whatever I would get would make them starving again. With this said sometimes I don't even get to eat lunch!!

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Michelle said...

LOL! Sounds like may days sometimes minus one baby, add two more big kids.

Poodlehead said...

I so live that scenario. And I sneak food too so the kids can't see. I seem to remember my mother doing the same.

Hohni said...

Ahhh...the joys of Mommyhood!!! I'm so glad that my kids are 16 and 11 and now they can make their own food and keep out of mine!!