What a tired, exhausted, migraine-addled mom does on a rainy night that’s got flooey barometric pressure which caused said migraine:
Relaxes in bed listening to the girls watching a Barbie movie.
Annoys cats as they snuggle up yet refuse to allow her to pet them.
Takes Advil and hopes it kicks in.
Eats some Chobani and hopes it settles the nausea from the migraine.
Wishes wine didn’t clash with migraine medication.
Checks on kids face to face making sure they didn’t build a roller coaster out of straws and Polly Pocket parts.
Realizes they didn’t ask for supper.
Makes Stove Top Stuffing.
Serves it for s\
Ahem, sorry, that was my cat Luna deciding that I wasn’t paying enough attention to her and blogging to let the world know about it.
So yes, I was bragging about my stellar parenting. And how all my migraine-addled brain could manage to make for supper was Stove Top Stuffing: Grab pan, boil water, forget to add butter, dump in bread crumbs, soak up water, stir, put sticky bread into bowls.
Kids are impressed. They’re all like, “OOH STUFFING! YOU’RE AWESOME! IT’S DELICIOUS!” because, you know, I’m not forcing them to eat gross stuff like steamed veggies or lean meat or whole grain pasta for once.
I’m like, “Sure, yeah, uh huh… here’s a vitamin.”
Now it’s bed time. And they’re actually tired enough to go to bed at a normal hour. I’d like to know WHY ON A FRIDAY NIGHT are they not only ready for bed when it’s suggested, but they’re BEGGING for bed? Why doesn’t this happen on a school night?
Oh yeah, I know! I live in Opposite Town! Which is a suburb of CrazyVille! That’s okay, I’ll get them back. I’m eating refried beans. That’s right. JUST refried beans. For supper. Revenge comes in many forms.