Saturday, January 19, 2008

Breakfast Is Served

When I mentioned that Bump was out of town, I neglected to point out that he is the one who does all the cooking in our household. I don't hate to cook, I'm just not very good at it; so when I cook it means that we're stuck having to eat what I've prepared. And, well, nobody wants that.

I tried to make Lumpyhead a pop tart this morning. It did not go well.

Accompanied by a shining halo of light and the triumphant sound of angel voices, my colleague Linda came over this afternoon. She often babysits for us, and the tormentors both love her. While she was here, I was able to take a nap and a shower. (I also took Lumpyhead to the playground while Lula slept, but let's face it, the true luxury was in the nap and the shower.)

I love that she came, but nearly as valuable as her presence was the psychological lift I got from knowing she was on her way. Last night, after both kids were bathed and in bed and I was cleaning up the debris from dinner, I nearly cried. I would have just lied down on the dining room floor and sobbed, right alongside the slimy string cheese and crusty bits of rice, if not for the bright glimmer of hope in the mantra: "Linda comes tomorrow, Linda comes tomorrow. . ."

At that point, I had been on my own for a mere 24 hours.

But I had a big fat nap today. I don't smell funky anymore. We had chinese take-out for dinner. Bump comes home Monday morning.

We may just make it.

8 comments:

p-man said...

That poptart could kill. You could etch glass with it. Amazing.

Julie said...

I think it looks delicious. You slaved over a hot toaster to make that -- the kids should've eaten it gratefully!

I'm glad you got a break today!

Melissa said...

You're doing great, you're going to be fine!

Maybe go with Chinese take-out for breakfast tomorrow.

Em said...

Hang in there! I feel like that some days even when Cary isn't gone : )

Violet said...

Good god, I didn't know it was possible to get pop tarts wrong. The supermarkets here don't seem to stock 'em any more. I miss pop tarts...

Takeaways are the thing. When our daughter was born, we lived on readymade heat 'n' heats for about 3 months solid.

Kemp said...

I... I don't know what to say about that Pop Tart... I'm gonna have nightmares...

MP said...

Ooooo bummer on the poptart. Just get a box of cereal and milk..you can't burn that! LOL

Michele said...

Now I see why they banned pop-tarts in the toaster at work. Lethal combustion.