Tonight I stood over the garbage can, giant pot of 3 hour old macaroni and cheese and giant serving spoon in hand, shoveling that cold mac n cheese into my mouth....off of the giant spoon. A spoon so big I had to open my mouth as BIG as it would go to eat off of it. I had walked over to the garbage originally with the intention of scraping the old leftovers out of the pot and into the trash....but as I looked down at that cold macaroni my stomach growled and I realized I was SO hungry. Like, I need to eat this cold nasty old dinner right this second kind of hungry. Like I've been lost in the woods for three days with no food kind of hungry. Tonight was my second time making that Kraft delectable delight since Matt left....yesterday. So yeah, things are going good.
As I inhaled my cold pot-over-the-trashcan dinner I thought to myself, "what brought me here?" Then I remembered what brought me here:
1 bowl of cereal thrown on the floor this morning
25ish 2 year old temper tantrums
3 cups of water dumped on the floor that were found on the counter by said 2 year old
10ish screaming matches between Hallie and Chase
1 hour of time-out for Hallie and Chase
3 loads of laundry washed, folded and put away
3 toilets scrubbed
1 little boy's closet sorted though with clothes that are too small stored
2 children home schooled
3 stinky diapers
2 loads of dishes
3 pumpkins painted
1 shower for Mom
2 hours of fun with friends
2 trips to sonic for diet cokes
20 different items finally put in the attic where they belong
1 chat with Matt who arrived at his destination safely
3 children bathed, teeth brushed, jammied, and into bed
3 sets of prayers
1 scripture study
2 sets of crying children who miss their Dad
3 sets of kisses
3 sets of hugs
....................and a partridge in a pear tree
