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When you have kids, the battle between order and chaos at home can take place on many fronts. Ordering Disorder is about ways to fight domestic entropy with organizing tips, tricks, meal ideas and more.
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Hello! Remember me?
Where I have been you may be asking yourself. I haven been in kitchen renovation hell, that’s where. Our stove is finally hooked back up, but still we have no sink or dishwasher (and won’t until next week when the counter is installed)
Do you know what you cook when you have no stove? And then have no place to clean up afterward? You cook hotdogs, that’s what. I am embarassed to tell you how many my children have ingested in the poast month or so. I think they might glow in the dark from all the nitrates, or is it nitrites? Whatever it is, it is not organic. I serve them with some of those cut up carrot nubs, so it sort of cancels it out, right?
Sunday night I was talking to Susan on the phone and telling her that I was finally using my oven. My oldest son had requested lasagna. For those of you who don’t follow my personal blog (and why don’t you? Don’t you like me?) my oldest son is on a diet to maintain his weight for football. So only two days out of the week can he eat whatever he wants. The other days he eats mostly vegetables, fruits, and very few carbs. He also moans and complains more than you would think possible.
I went to pull the lasagna out of the oven and it slipped and fell onto the floor. Where the pyrex baking dish shattered. Lasagna, sauce, shards of pyrex went everywhere. It could not be salvaged.
I cleaned it all up.
And we had hot dogs for dinner. And by “we” I mean my children.
I was talking to another friend about this and she told me that her kids would be eating McDonald’s four times that week. Between working and sports in the evening there was just no time for anything else.
I told her that I loved her. And not just because I feel like my hot dogs are superior to McDonald’s.
So tell me, what is your dirty little secret? What are you feeding your kids when you are too busy, too stressed, too tired, too lazy to cook that you would not want to admit to the sanctimommies?
C’mon, tell me.
We will all feel better about ourselves.
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