worst mother in the world...

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This is the title I have bestowed upon myself this evening...please...let me explain why...

The time: 5:30 p.m.
The kids are starting to get crazy. The boys are playing "Star Wars" and are jumping off of the arms of the couches in the family room. Kate is on the computer busying herself "making over" Hannah Montana on the Disney website. I am working and re-working a scrapbook layout that I am dying to finish. The time keeps ticking by...I know I have to start my Chicken Diane, green beans & brown rice soon - everyone is getting hungry.

5:35 p.m.
Both boys have gotten hurt and are now both crying. Kate is still on the computer. I am (still) feverishly trying to get the layout done, now knowing that my time is up - I have to get moving.

5:45 p.m.
I run upstairs, check the freezer and get an (awesome) idea. I run back downstairs and announce to my husband..."OK, so here's your choice...we can have Chicken Diane, etc. for dinner or I can throw a frozen pizza in the oven" - (this last part I say a little extra loudly, knowing that the boys ADORE pizza). Gray shouts "PIZZA!" Ty shouts "PIZZA!" My hubby, knowing he's been outnumbered says "I don't care - whatever you want..."

6:00 p.m.
Oven is warming up. Boys have stopped jumping on the furniture - thank goodness no fractures. Kate has finished on the computer, Hanna/Miley looking better than ever. I'm still working...;)

6:15 p.m.
Pizza is done! I run upstairs, quickly take it out of the oven, set the table, get everyone's water, look around & realize...damn. I haven't made anything else. A-ha! There's a can of pineapple chunks in the fridge...and hmmm, what else...blueberries! And, let's see, cinnamon toast - yes! Everyone loves cinnamon toast!

So, there you have it...that is why I'm the worst mother in the world. I allowed my family to eat pepperoni pizza, pineapple, blueberries & cinnamon toast for dinner. I'm so ashamed. I won't even mention how we ate all of this while watching reruns of "Wipeout" on TV...

Got any "mother of the year" stories to share? I'd love to hear 'em...;)

2 comments

  1. oh maggie this same scenario happens around my house at least once a week. We often opt to have cereal for dinner!

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  2. Your Mother of the Year Prize: a pack of happy scraps! Please email me so I can send them to you:)

    oh, and I'm pretty sure I'm the worst housewife in the world. We should ignore the kids and meet for coffee!

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