Sunday, May 2, 2010

Who moved my cheese?

How hard was it to have National Turn-Off TV week during double Griffith surgery week?

20% of you said, "I can't figure out how to make dinner with these damn kids in the kitchen."
30% of you said, "I can't figure out how to go potty with these damn kids in the bathroom."
50% of you said, "I can't figure out how I am supposed to keep Eve still during Dan's surgery and then come home and let him rest on the couch without my beloved boob tube."

20% of you haven't mastered the art of one-armed cooking with one child on your hip, and one child on each leg.

30% of you are too modest.

50% of you didn't know that the no-TV rule only applied to Natalie, and luckily Nat was at a friend's house all day long when Dan had his adenoidectomy so we could eat popcorn and lay on the couch all day long. Score!

But the real question is...how hard is it to NOT get into this 6 lb. 10 oz. container of nacho cheese?? (Daniel didn't even weigh this much as a newborn.) And why is the purchase of said cheese in the top three events of my weekend?

Maybe it's the self-imposed quarantine of the last six months that has considerably lowered my excitement threshold. Whenever Eve is declared N.E.D. (no evidence of disease), maybe I will up my standards to something like Brie.

1 comment:

  1. Crackin me up Christy. And I haven't seen that much cheese since my days working a concession stand at a racetrack. (And to this day, can't bring myself to eat it.) I'll keep up the prayers for NED for Eve.


    Heather (a fellow wilms momma)

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