You want to EAT too?

Someone needs to take the S off of my Supermom costume because I just don’t deserve it this week (no mom, I don’t actually have a costume nor do I actually have a naughty drawer). I don’t roll that way*.

Between les poux and the laundry — I am Le Tired.

And, on top of it all, my family expects to be fed. Huh, you want dinner too?!?. Every time I turn around someone wants to eat something. Breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner….it just doesn’t stop! I’ve raised a bunch of grazing humans (well, not prince charming — he’s European and eats meals not snacks — which sucks from time to time as it would be easier to lay out snacks for dinner in lieu of a meal).

Any-who…the merde hit the fan the other day when the Pizza Pizza lady had to tell me not to apologize for ordering pizza again…(If you ever wonder where the basement is in the word pathetic — that’s it’s that right there).

I’m throwing up my hands and letting fate do the meal planning. Over there on the right…I’ve put up a link for recipes (yes, they’ve got french toast there – in case you’re thinking french toast for dinner sounds good). I’ll try to put up another foodie link tomorrow and we can all have fate meal plan for us.

Back to being upermom….

* Thing 2 said this the other day at Tim Horton’s – it sounded appropriate.