I love my children and I want to be with them always.

The chocolate milk incident.

So today I am looking … not to shlumpy. I am wearing a skirt and a t-shirt with a sweater. I must say, not bad. So I decide to make myself some juice. I am starting a juice diet and was hungry and thirsty so I figure it’s a good time for an enriching carrot, apple and beet juice, with a little ginger to spice it up. Then the whining comes in. “I want chocolate milk, I want a sippy cup” So I stop what I am doing and proceed to get the milk out of the refrigerator. Of course this means that I have to rearrange the fridge because my husband has decided that is more important to have the beer in the front of the fridge thereby pushing the milk to the far reaches of the back. As I proceed to rearrange these items I start pulling out my ingredients for the juice as well. Only to be greeted by “mama what are you doing? I want chocolate milk. That’s not chocolate milk” you get the idea. Of course when I tell him I making juice he wants carrot juice as well. Then the phone rings. I dare to talk to my friend while preparing the erstwhile drinks. Bug insists on putting his chocolate milk in the microwave to heat up. I let him, mostly because I am not really paying attention. I start on my carrots only to notice the microwave is on 4 minutes. I stop the microwave and reach into grab the milk which is of course to hot to touch. I then have to use a cloth to take it out. Bug is screaming that I am ruining his milk. I hang up on my friend to fix the situation. I think I am going to be very clever by dumping the milk in another glass only to be greeted with more screams about needing that very sippy cup. Daaaan, didn’t I get rid of all sippy cups six months ago for this very reason! I cool down the milk by adding cold milk and stirring it. I then put the cooled down milk back in the sippy take a sip in order to ensure the proper temperature. The results of my generouse kindness is a spray of chocolate all over my face and nice clean shirt, and then all over the kitchen. So much for being presentable. I hand Bug the sippy cup and tell him to wait a few minutes because it’s too hot. That only elicited screams of how he must have his chocolate milk right away. I then think to myself well it’s your problem now and hand it too him so I can clean up and start my juice, of which I get “where’s my carrot juice” grrr.

"I love my children and I want to be with them always. I love my children and I want to be with them always. I love my children and I want to be with them always. I love my children and I want to be with them always. I love my children and I want to be with them always. I love my children and I want to be with them always."

Are we convinced yet?