When did I become a waitress? It seems like lately, all I hear is:
“Moooom, I want some milk”
“Moooom, can I have my favorite pasta?”
“Moooom, can I have hot fresh oatmeal for breakfast?“
“Oops, moooom. I spilled.”
Lately, my life seems to be revolving around food and the kitchen, but not in a good way.
I’m always packing a snack/lunch, going grocery shopping, steaming/cooking baby food, washing dishes, wiping off tables and placemats, making bake sale/potluck contributions, and picking Cheerios up off the floor.
Now, I know why they laundry never gets done.