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cooking for moms 101

does anyone else have this experience?  sometime between 4:00 and 4:15pm, some magic switch, somewhere, is thrown.  it's the "mom's-trying-to-cook-dinner-now-so-i-need-something-anything-not-for-any-specific-reason-other-than-she-needs-to-do-something-else-so-i-must-have-her-attention-right-now-and-i'm-getting-very-upset-and-am-going-to-make-it-as-difficult-as-i-possibly-can-for-her-and-enlist-the-help-of-my-siblings-while-i'm-at-it" switch.  i would say that 6 out of 7 nights a week, whatever dinner preparations i make, are done with micah attached to one or both of my legs.  it makes navigating between the fridge, stove, sink, and counter so much easier! 

open fridge to pull out food = pull micah out of the fridge so i can close it.

open cupboard to get out a pot = micah emptying the rest of the pots onto the floor.

get ingredients out of upper cupboards = removing layla from the countertop.

getting a knife out of the dishwasher = pulling micah out of the dishwasher so i can close it.

combine ingredients in a bowl or pot = layla stirring them until they slop out.

walk across kitchen to get a utensil out of the drawer = drag a not-quite-walking, but crying micah across with me.

standing in front of the stove to cook anything = pick up the dishtowels off the floor for the 400th time.

putting something in the oven = keeping micah a safe distance away while checking shane's homework because he's in a hurry to get out the door.

getting something from off the top of the fridge = no, you can't have any more candy!

seriously!  micah, the kid that never cries, falls apart every time i try to cook.  layla, the kid who never eats dinner, wants every snack she can find while i'm trying to make dinner and falls apart when i say no.  and shane, if no friends are available to play with, finds nothing better to do with his time then torment layla and ask for snacks.  geez!

well, now that dinner is actually in the oven, i have to figure out why micah is wailing, put my kitchen back together, and somehow get stuff into the dishwasher while keeping micah out of it.  then we get to eat.  that's even more fun.

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  1. I am using the crockpot a lot. I feed Monkey breakfast in his highchair in the kitchen while I throw "what's for dinner" in the CP. Works for us. For now. :)

    You are such a mom, Rach! I love it!

    xx--Amy

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