Foot in Mouth

I was busily making dinner the other night while my wonderful husband was sacrificing himself as a punching bag to my boys upstairs. Things were going as planned until a little toddler came into my kitchen domain begging, "food mommy food". I told him kindly that dinner was almost ready so he needed to wait. He asked again and again and again. I tensely pushed him from the kitchen before I burned the burgers.

About 47 seconds later my lovely husband came prowling into my kitchen
with the 1 yr old in one arm and the toddler on his heals. "Hey honey, how long till dinner?"

A little impatient, I replied " only 20 min". Now get out of my space and let me work!!!

"What can we eat to tie us over?"

Now visibly irritated I snapped "You know this would never have happened in my house growing up! We were never allowed to snack before dinner! Sheez." Appalled at their lack of patience, I threw some cheese at them and shooed them away. I mean come on, can't they just wait a few minutes until I have this wonderful, nutritious dinner on the table? Is that so hard? Am I the only one with any self-control around here? I then went back to cooking. Chop went the onions, sizzle went the burger, pop went the little frozen cookie dough ball into my mouth. Mmmmmm, was that really the last one in the bag? bummer, those were good.

Silence..........wait a minute.......Oh crap!

Is "practice what you preach" really important when cookie dough is involved?

No

FYI- Never say "this would never have happened in my house growing up!" to a man in his own home. Definitely not the smartest words that have come out of my mouth. Zip it woman!