It is lunch time. The sweet peas are hungry. So I start a peanut butter sandwich for the older sweet pea while thinking of what we have on hand that I can throw together for me. I hand the baby sweet pea some Os to nibble on while I make the rest of lunch...I finally get the older sweet pea's lunch ready, and I start putting together the finger food/baby food assortment to feed the baby sweet pea. Meanwhile I am still hungry, so it is time for me to figure out what I will eat.
I often feel as though I am choreographing a ballet of helping each kid eat, making my lunch and getting things each sweet pea requests mid-meal ("more milk mom!," "I need a napkin," "waaaaa."). Very often, I finally sit down to eat my meal, and just as I exhale and take a bite, I realize the steamed carrots are still in the microwave and the milk I poured for my 3 year old is still on the counter. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth I go from the kitchen table to the counter.
Exhibit A: Pedometer before we start the lunch ballet
Exhibit B: Pedometer after the meal is complete
663 steps! At least I am burning some of the calories from my meal...
1 comment:
Hilarious. And so true. I feel my best exercise is running up and down the stairs all day to retrieve things. Hmmm. Maybe I can have one more bite of cake.
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