You're So Mean, mama

So last night for dinner, I made meatloaf, rice-a-roni, and green beans. Of course Bri finished off all of the green beans (he gets that from his mama!) We ate dinner early, remember from yesterdays post? and this morning I slept late. (as did Bri and Patrick and Gabe). Gabe woke up at 12 noon asking for lunch. Bri and Patrick woke me up around 10 something. They didn't want to wait for breakfast and settled to share a nutty buddy bar.

I began to fix lunch around 12:00 or so (well, once Gabe demanded food). I'm getting lunch ready, Bri reminds me that I promised "croccoli" so I threw some broccoli in the pot to cook. I get the leftover rice from last nice into a double boiler (well, really, it was a bigger pot, and a smaller pot, LOL) anyway, while that was going, I threw four little meatloaf muffins from last night into the toaster oven to heat up. Get table unset, get the littles corralled into the dining room, and then plates on the table. "Gabe, come on. It's lunch time." Gabe gets to the table.

"ugh. this is what we had last night".
"No. We had greenbeans with it last night, we're having broccoli today"
"I hate meatloaf. I wanted a grilled cheese"
"Well, son, I'm sorry. This is what we're having. I'm not cooking four different things for four different people. We'll eat what is fixed or we can go hungry. besides, I'm only ONE mama. Burger King has at least five different people working back there to have it your way.".

"you're so mean. all I wanted was a grilled cheese"
"I love you too, baby"

By the way, all he ate was a few bites of broccoli. That's fine. Dinner will be ready around five thirty or six.

Bri, he ate most of his plate. Patrick, he's still at the table, by himself, chowing down. he eats and eats and eats. He doesn't care what I fix. he tells me it's good. Why can't all my kids still be two?

Never mind. Don't answer that. I couldn't deal with 3 two year olds.

Well, the house is clean, the kids are fed, and the alarm on my phone is telling me that Days of Our Lives is coming on. (It's my one and only guilty pleasure) so I must go now. While Gabe and the littles entertain themselves with the sega or playstation, I must watch Days.

Until Next Time,

SweetPea to the B!