Sometimes I feel like a damn short order cook for a restaurant of grumpy impatient people who don't tip the waitresses.
Burgers used to be easy. Add cheese, to some of them and go.
Now, kids have specifics. Everyone has specifics.
Jerkface is easy. Ketchup only. Quantity 2
Bonehad (10 year old) he likes a double cheese burger. No condiments.
Evil Spawn (age 7) he likes cheese, ketchup and mustard. Quantity 2
SR likes double cheeseburger with onions, bacon if possible and a little bit of ketchup.
That's 8 burgers, for 4 people. And I haven't even eaten yet.
I did so much cooking that I didn't even bother making one for myself. I was sick of burgers before I even had one.
So I'll have some leftover meatloaf for dinner.
I'm so tired by this point in the evening.
I come home, do homework, and cook, tend to the dog, the animals, some cleaning. All in between telling the kids to stop screaming. Why are they ALWAYS screaming? Are they hard of hearing? Do they not hear each other? They certainly don't hear me.
Sometimes this mom thing... it's exhausting.
I'm not complaining... ok- yes. I'm complaining. I'm irritable and tired.
and I smell like hamburger.
It's kind of nauseating.
I'm going to shower and wash the grease off of me and go to bed.
Mom is checking out for the night.