This is how I eat many of my meals. It’s kind of an afterthought on what I’m eating, and it’s usually done while teaching or reading or listening to something. We do eat as a family together, but its not really a quiet affair. It’s more we eat and talk and discuss what’s going on, or I’m reading poetry out loud or TIME magazine as they sort through their spread of food. And mealtime causes a bit of stress to me. I don’t feel all that gifted in the kitchen. Tonight, I cooked pancakes (thank goodness for pancakes!) only to find out that there was no syrup-what a tease! Then, I scrambled some eggs and put them on the griddle because it was already hot. Half of the eggs ran into the spill-over cup before I could cook them. Yes, I know, not the best idea. Of course, the kids all want to stand around me while I’m trying to concentrate on this event, and that causes me even more stress. I just really need a live-in chef!
My house is, once again, a disaster. The laundry is in disarray, the kitchen is full of dirty dishes, and my wood floors are less than shiny. It will all have to wait because I’ll be up late again prepping for our youngsters’ chemistry class on molecules. Marshmallow models!
