Holy Beefaroni, Batman!

Okay...this happened a couple of weeks ago and Lettie already knows all about it, but finding topics to blog about is way harder than most of you realize. Anyway, I was already having what I call a rough day. I know, I know, some of you are thinking "rough day? You stay at home with two little kids all day. Puh-leeese." Trust me, folks, it was a bad day. Anywho, I had been up all night with a teething Addison (and I'm already clumsy enough without sleep deprivation), Ella was going through her rebellious phase (and still is) and had been in time out three times already, and several other things had happened that I don't remember now that was about to send me over the edge. Then I hear the lunchtime call..."MOOMMYYYY! I'm HUNGRY!" "Okay," said I, "what would you like, my dearest?" (I think it went something like that). "I would like a large pile of leafy greens with a tiny bit of dressing on the side with fresh fruit for dessert," said she.... Sorry...let me shake myself back to mommy reality. My child would starve before she ate greens and fruit. Ahhh, daydreams. Anyway, she wanted Beefaroni. You know the Chef Boy R Dee stuff that leaves that orange residue on the bowl and spoon long after the meal is over and will probably still be in her digestive tract when she starts college? She loves it, and when time (or patience, in this case) is tight, it's a quick, filling, no complaint meal. I know someone (Amy, my uber-healthy sister-in-law, if you're reading this) probably wants to call DHR on me for feeding this garbage to my children, but you don't have to 'cause ol' Karma came a knockin'. On the way to the dining room (almost to the table!) I dropped the whole bowl. It seemed like slow motion. Beefaroni. Everywhere. Down Ella's back, in her hair, on the fabric covered chairs, bounced off the floor, onto the bookshelf. Everywhere.

Thank God, all I could do was laugh. I called Lettie before I had a meltdown to share my morning while I put both kids in the bath. I made Ella a PB & J with all-natural peanut butter and real whole-wheat bread with no preservatives and no enriched anything to get Food Karma back on my side (best I could scrape together given the previous incident I still had to clean up). I got it all out of Ella's hair, got both children squeaky clean, and got the beefaroni mess all cleaned up, and then ...Addison pooped in the tub. Sorry, no pictures.