Mark it down. It's a Jones family record. We have eaten at home for almost every single meal since we got home from Missouri last Wednesday. The exceptions were one working lunch each for Curtis and me and one homemade dinner at my mom's house. But still! I'm so proud of us! Let's be honest, I'm proud of myself for cooking.
I was having a self-congratulatory moment this morning when I figured out that I still have ingredients for one more dinner before I have to go to the store again. It was cut short by the realization that the only room in our home that is in order is the kitchen. Our Christmas stuff is gone but we are about halfway unpacked and there is laundry everywhere. On top of that, I have not gone running since we've gotten home.
WHY CAN I NOT DO IT ALL?!?!
Okay, I feel better now. I think.
I was still in a good mood this morning even though my conceited little bubble had burst. I set the breakfast table for Jackson, Annabeth and I to eat together. Annabeth would feed herself bananas while Jackson and I ate toast and talked about dinosaurs and monsters.
Then Jackson started to complain that I had cut his banana in half and given part of it to his sister. He also wanted his toast dry and not with honey. He had nothing good to say about his breakfast. So I sent him to sit on the steps while I ate in peace. Sweet Annabeth was still with me. But she hated her bananas and starting dropping the pieces on the floor. I had to remove the tray. I finished my breakfast. Jackson was invited back to the table. I then fed the baby some yogurt. Which Jackson wanted. He ate two bites of his breakfast.
I noticed Annabeth's nose was running profusely and she seemed flat. Another cold. Jackson's cold has settled into his chest and he's coughing a lot. I hate to admit that cold and flu season has me wishing for summer. Did I just say that? What has become of me?
Maybe I am being driven to insanity by my scabbed-over knuckles and bleeding lips. My body is in total humidity withdrawal. Humidity is somewhat like crack to Houstonians. We hate it but we neeeeeeeeeed it. Another thing that might land me in a special home is the fact that I have given up something very dear to me for the new year. Are you ready for this? French fries. I have not had a french fry since December 31, 2009. The Lord has enabled me, y'all!
Gotta run. Snotty Girl has just pulled up at my chair and the aroma suddenly filling my personal space is rank enough to make a grown man cry.