I Want It HOT

I love being a mom. And although I wouldn't trade it for the world, there are a few things that I do miss.

I miss what hot food tastes like. Not just that first bite, but the ability to eat the entire meal while it's still hot or even warm for that matter.

As I look down at my meal tonight, I am depressed by the fact that my milk is the same room temperature of my spaghetti. I miss hot dinner and ice cold milk in the evenings.

I come home after a long day, thaw out meat and slave over a hot stove, ankle biters screaming, wining, and carrying on. Drain the noodles, dish everyone up, serve the kids, and sit down to eat.

I take one glorious, hot bite of my dinner. I savor every morsel I am able to cram into my mouth. Before I can twirl another bite...

The phone rings, Handy Man is just leaving the office. He asks about my day - Handy Man is not a talker. Unless dinner is ready and I have just sat down.

I resume eating. Two more acceptable bites later, my Brown Eyed Girl needs a wash cloth to wipe her hands.

One or two more bites...

Mr Blue Eyes drops his sippy cup (again) and I have to wrestle the dog under the table to get to it first. I am not even worried about the fact Boji licked the top clean - Mr Blue Eyes is the second child and Boji did clean the floor for me at the sam time. One less task on my list tonight.

Before I can scoop up another bite, my Brown Eyed Girl is done. Back to the sink to rinse the wash cloth again. I get her cleaned up and help her out of her booster seat. Off she runs.

I settle back in. I take a quick sip of warm milk and venture in for two more bites.

That's all I get in before I hear an echoing, "Mom! Come. Wipe. My. Tuuuusheeeee!"

That was exactly the next disturbance I was hoping for this evening, smack dab intend middle if dinner.

We take care of business.

Back to the table and I realize Mr Blue Eyes is finished and threatening to jump from his high chair.

Back to the sink, rinse and repeat.

Where is Handy Man during all this you ask... Still at work. Curse hail season - but thank goodness for overtime.

Finally everyone else is happy, tummies full and off to play until bed time. I settle back down to my dinner. It's about half gone...

AND COLD!

What I wouldn't give for one dinner, at home, that was HOT!