Lunch break

After a very harried morning, I just wanted 10 minutes to sit down, enjoy my lunch and read a bit of the newspaper. Just 10 minutes.

Except everytime I tried to eat, something happened to pull me away from my food.

First, Ella kept trying to get into everyone's Easter candy. Then Max was screaming that she was eating his chocolate bunny. And I found sticky marshmallows smeared on the dining room table with Ella smiling as if she did something to be proud of.

After I cleaned all that up and tried to distract her with some Sesame Street, Max started screaming that he had to go potty, then proclaiming that he had a really big poop. "Want to see it, Mommy?" "No!" "Why not, it looks like a giant snake!" "Max, I'm trying to eat my lunch." Flush. "Uh oh! Mommy, something's wrong with the toilet!" Off I went to find the plunger.

Once I was done with that non-appetizing issue, I returned to my lunch, only to find Ella in my chair, with her hands in my rice, stuffing my food in her mouth. Just as I was about to take it away from her, she started to spit it all out onto my plate, shreiking, "Hot!"

Can't imagine why, but after all that, I just wasn't that hungry anymore.