Sometimes I wish my son could make dinner for himself, because right now my back is killing me and I’m having a really hard time keeping my eyes open. But, he can’t make dinner for himself, so now I have to psych myself up to getting off of the bed and downstairs to put some peanut butter and honey on some bread.
Uh yeah, that’s what I’m calling dinner these days…
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February 1, 2008 at 3:17 pm
clink
Easy Mac, a step stool and a lesson in microwave technology!
February 1, 2008 at 4:53 pm
I'm Thinking Now
Oooh, that’s such a good idea, but that would also mean teaching him how to measure the water. Don’t think he’s up to that yet…I’ll have to work on that first.
February 1, 2008 at 9:28 pm
Joclyn
How about a telephone lesson and a pizza for everyone?
February 1, 2008 at 11:19 pm
Im Thinking Now
That’s a good idea too, except that requires money. It also means teaching him how to read off the credit card numbers to pay for it.
I actually went a little more high tech and made him oatmeal – that’s right, just make me mother of the year!
March 2, 2008 at 4:00 am
Joclyn
mmmmm oatmeal