I typically do not provide a secondary option for my children at dinner. They can eat what I serve, or go to bed hungry. Madelynn frequently chooses hunger.
Thursday night, I prepared lasagna roll-ups for dinner. Why yes! You have seen these on Pinterest! When Madelynn asked what was for dinner, I told her, and her face fell. She doesn't do pasta. She asked me if she could have a peanut butter sandwich. I told her "Probably not" Rather than the dejected pout I was expecting, she looked at me, full of hope and said, "Are you close to yes?"
I couldn't help it. I started laughing. And I fixed her a peanut butter sandwich for dinner. For the sheer creativity of it!
Thankfully, this turned out to be divine intervention in the middle of the night. You guessed it, Madelynn threw up that peanut butter sandwich at 2:30 in the morning. I was so glad it wasn't lasagna roll-ups!
So I spent the entire day inhaling unsafe amounts of Lysol and Clorox fumes. Everything that could, has seen a cycle or two in the washing machine. And I've even scrubbed the children til they're shiny.
Dear Lord,
Please allow my children to sleep all night (and by extension, their Mama).
Please, oh please let all of those scuzzy germs have died a painful death of burning by Clorox, before any person in this house inhaled a single one.
Please let the puking be over.
Amen
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