You'll Never Guess
Guess where I am? Go on...
Okay, I'll tell. I'm sitting on my bedroom floor, foot wedged against the door to prevent my three-year-old from barging in. She's throwing her body against the door and screeching, which sounds rather aerobic.
I know, it sounds like I'm being a neglectful mother, but truth be told, I've given every last waking hour of the last three days to keeping her from tantruming, and frankly, she can just work it out. I've got working out of my own to do. Perhaps I'll try screaming and throwing myself around the house, too.
I'm typing in rhythm with her thudding body. When she collides with the door, she makes a little rising-pitch "huh!" noise. Hah!
She's just heard the theme music from Handy Manny down the hall, and she's retreated. I think this means I won this round.
Anyway, despite my best intentions, I was never able to get to the computer to post yesterday. The school has a holiday, and I had all three kids at home. We played outside, read stories, and made each other crazy. By the time they went to bed last night, I was sore and tired, and dull-witted. I couldn't imagine trying to write a single thing.
Today, however, the two older kids are off at school, and I am feeling ambitious. Or, actually, I'm feeling like I should take advantage of the lull while Handy Manny is entertaining my preschooler.
It's shopping day, so I'll be off to the market to fill my basket with healthy foods. Here's the menu for this week:
Tuesday: Homemade chicken fingers, green beans, oven fries
Wednesday: Spaghetti with marinara sauce, green salad
Thursday: Mild cheese enchiladas with beans and rice
Friday: Crazy Sandwiches - I put out three different types of "bread" - crackers, tortillas, whatever and then put out a bunch of sliced cheeses, meat, spreads and things like pickles, cucumbers, sprouts, cream cheese, etc. I let them assemble whatever combination they want.
Saturday: Bacon and swiss quiche, fruit salad
Sunday: grilled sausages with sweet potatoes and grilled peppers.
Comments
I'm enjoying your blog. Just renewed my own committment to being healthier. :)
I like the idea of Crazy Sandwiches. When my son gets a little older, I am going to do this!
Posted by: el-e-e | October 17, 2006 10:09 AM
I want to come and eat at your house. Where do you get all the ideas? Are they from the fat fallacy or all your own work?
Posted by: Sher | October 17, 2006 11:07 AM
Aren't 3 year olds fun? The fussing, the whining, the throwing of fits...and damn, just when you think you can't handle it a bit longer, they do something super sweet and cute making you just melt.
Devious little creatures. :)
Posted by: cary | October 17, 2006 11:21 AM
ROFL! I would LOVE to do that - just shut the world away but then again, throwing a tantrum also sounds enticing!
Another yummy menu week - I love it! What time is dinner???? :D
Alright lady, get on that treadmill.... ; ) Love ya!
Posted by: Jen | October 17, 2006 12:41 PM
OK Who is Handy Mandy. She sounds excellent. Would she work for teenagers? Preteens? Schoolagers? Adults?
Posted by: Denise | October 17, 2006 1:23 PM
Oh, my mistake, she's a he and his name is Handy Manny. I still don't know who he is. I'm culturally illiterate or something. I'm gonna have to look this up.
Posted by: Denise | October 17, 2006 1:29 PM
Your dinners are always so simple and yet sound so delicious. Can I have your homemade chicken fingers recipe?
Posted by: Elizabeth | October 17, 2006 6:30 PM
Hmm, I can sympathize with the screaming preschooler!
And I'd like the homemade chicken fingers recipe, too!
Does your family ever eat fish? Because I'm thinking homemade fish fingers could be a hit at my house, too...
Posted by: kate | October 17, 2006 11:06 PM
the menus sound good, tho' we here seem to fill up on lots more veggies. we're not quite vegetarians but closer than before.
Posted by: Amy | October 18, 2006 12:57 AM
Kay, THAT was me this week too. 3-year-old home sick all week and 8-year-old out early all week and me? Locking myself in my office while trying to get a business call in. Ha. My youngest was doing the screaming, yelling, throwing thing too and because closing the door wasn't quiet enough, I then had to finish the call in the closet.
God, it's been a long week.
Posted by: tracey | October 20, 2006 8:28 PM