The kids were playing nicely in the living room, and I figured it was the perfect opportunity to sneak into the kitchen and make some lunch for myself. So there I was, chopping veggies and slicing up some chicken for a delicious salad. Can't tell you how much I was looking forward to this salad. Especially because I usually choose to forego breakfast.
I was just sitting down at the table when I heard a thump and a high-pitched scream. I shove my bowl of salad to the back of the table before I jump up to see what happened, just in case a certain toddler decides to come dump it on the floor. I gotta cover my bases, you know.
Anyway, I make my way into the living room to see that Easton had a bloody lip. I can only conclude that he fell face first while trying to transfer from the ottoman to the couch. So of course I pick him up, console him, put a cold cloth on his little puffy lip and once it seems safe, set him down with some books. I was literally walking back to the kitchen table when my toddler shouts out "Mommy, Mommmmmmy, (maybe if I ignore it, it'll go away), Mooooooommmmmyyyy!!" Nope, not going away. "What do you need, Bennett??" To which he replies, "A drink, please". Oh look at those sweet eyes and that cute little face, how could I refuse this little human a drink of water. So off I go to fill up his little plastic cup.
And sure enough, as soon as I hand him his cup of water, he tells me he wants something to eat. Ugh. I mean, obviously he's hungry but SO WAS I. I just wanted to sit down and eat my salad. I didn't even bother asking him what he wanted to eat because he says "no" to every option I give him. So I just started making him a PB&J. And as I was getting out the bread and was spreading the peanut butter, I noticed that I had been singing a song out loud for probably close to a minute. And the song went like this:
"Mammmmma, OOOOOooooohhhh, I'll probably never get to eat, and if I don't eat by this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on, nothing really matters..."
On repeat over and over, to the tune of "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen.
Whats funny is that I had sung this chorus at least 2 or 3 times before I even realized it.
Well, that's the life, folks. Our needs always come last, don't they?? And I have just accepted it. That's what you sign up for when you have kids. And honestly, for the most part, I'm fine with that. But I'd be lying if I said that sometimes all I want is just to be able to sit down and eat my lunch in peace. But I sure do love my little rugrats!
Gimme an "Amen" if you were nodding the entire way through this.