Wednesday
I smell like onions. It's all over my fingers and I can't seem to get it off!
It's probably because I burnt the onions last night. You might be wondering how someone burns onions... Well it takes some serious skills involving having two hands being needed in a million places at once. Essentially single momming it as a complete definition.
First you have to take a woman trying to cook dinner and add a two year old who needs to pee.
Next add a ten year old sister who refuses to help the two year old on the premise that pee is gross!
Then to spice things up you need to wait until the two year old wets her panties all over the floor and down the hall. Add in--tears and hysteria from both the girl children and a little hollering from cooking woman. Stir thoroughly.
Once this is all in the pot (with the sautéeing onions) make sure the baby slips in the pee and hits her head... Twice.
Add a quick bath, the arrival of the dinner guest, a still wailing ten year old who swears she has no clue how to clean up pee and what you get is completely forgotten sautéeing onions.
And that, my dear friends, is the edact recipe for how to piss off the god f
Onions.
Which is why my fingers must still smell like onions.
What do you think?
Ps. Picture is totally irrelevant except to illustrate the children in my life-/who got a hold of my iPod and took this picture.
It's probably because I burnt the onions last night. You might be wondering how someone burns onions... Well it takes some serious skills involving having two hands being needed in a million places at once. Essentially single momming it as a complete definition.
First you have to take a woman trying to cook dinner and add a two year old who needs to pee.
Next add a ten year old sister who refuses to help the two year old on the premise that pee is gross!
Then to spice things up you need to wait until the two year old wets her panties all over the floor and down the hall. Add in--tears and hysteria from both the girl children and a little hollering from cooking woman. Stir thoroughly.
Once this is all in the pot (with the sautéeing onions) make sure the baby slips in the pee and hits her head... Twice.
Add a quick bath, the arrival of the dinner guest, a still wailing ten year old who swears she has no clue how to clean up pee and what you get is completely forgotten sautéeing onions.
And that, my dear friends, is the edact recipe for how to piss off the god f
Onions.
Which is why my fingers must still smell like onions.
What do you think?
Ps. Picture is totally irrelevant except to illustrate the children in my life-/who got a hold of my iPod and took this picture.
Comments
Blessings and Bear hugs in an "interesting" time for you.