Monday, January 10, 2011
for some reason i picked this morning to make applesauce.
it seemed so perfect, so old school. mother & older boy making homemade goodness while tiny sister sleeps. but @ some point it all started falling apart in the form of sister refusing to sleep & crying like a banshee while brother kept eating all the apple pieces & needing to get up & down, up & down WITH sticky hands.
and that's when i remembered alot of housewives in the 50s ended up with mental problems or in betty ford.
i know, it seems a little on the dramatic side (what, me??), but seriously, this whole mom-business might put me in the looney bin yet. who thought it was a good idea for one woman to stay home & take care of multiple children alone?? maybe i'll move to a compound or a kibbutz or something...
anyway, the applesauce is going to turn out well, i think. i hope. & i just convinced hudson to go play his "cool, cool drums" for a sec & sis is happy to simply be out of that horrible, awful place we call a crib, so i think i'm going to make it for the next few minutes anyway.
applesauce recipe here, if you're crazy enough to try it, too.
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