I, my friends, have been experiencing some of the best times I’ve had all year over the last couple of days. I’ll leave it at that, but suffice to say that all is going swimmingly in 2N-Land.
I, however, am stymied by children.
I, your favorite ‘traded blogger, spent last night and this morning in a frenzy of domestic bliss. My dear friend Heather needed a night out. Like, bad. And being as I already had the Kid for the weekend, I volunteered to watch her kids last night.
It could have gone very, very wrong. I could have been subjected to screaming and temper tantrums and “I want my MOMMY!” at four o’clock in the morning, but thankfully that wasn’t the case. Instead, the entire troupe went over to Rebecca’s house for fun times, steaks, ketchup, and good looking men (sigh!). The picture I have in my head of me and the three kids driving over there in my Mazda, singing Big & Rich at the top of our lungs, with my son shouting out the window that he “pooted!”…well. If defies description.
So this morning, I have three hungry and wakeful children, and what do you know? Nothing to eat. Raisin Bran, apparently, is not good kid-food. Especially when you only have enough milk for one bowl.
So what did I do, you ask? I cooked.
I did. I got out some eggs, and some bacon bits, and cheese, and scrambled them up into something resembling a pile of eggs with unidentifiable objects floating in them (relatively edible, in other words), located some bacon, and proceeded to smoke up my kitchen in an effort to prevent the little tykes from starving to death at my kitchen table.
Because I know many of you won’t beleive me, I took pics:
So eventually Heather came and picked up the kids, and I was left a little bemused, a little tired, and thinking about what it would be like to have another one. Gulp.
Okay I have a 100 Miles to break out, I beleive that I have some minor issues to squelch and a tagging blog to respond to, and perhaps another “life is so fucking great today” blog. If you guys can handle it. I feel bad leaving you to your own devices for two whole days, but I plan to make it up to you today and tomorrow. Please do not chop my head off and stuff it in the sewer, that would be mightily un-rad.