"Ashes, ashes...we all fall down."

I am so exhausted right now. It was really hectic in the kitchen tonight because I was cooking dinner while in the middle of feeding the babies their chicken and broccoli-cheese-and-rice casserole. I also had some veggies I was making the babies for later. Food juggling, I guess.

I have a sort of food fiasco going on. I'm still trying to figure out how to merge our foods and meal times. I end up trying to do multiple things at once. Instead of pureeing vegetables, I am now steaming and chopping. I make everything in bulk and still use the ice trays to freeze them in convenient little ice cube portions. I have also started feeding the babies a lot of what we are eating now that they have been exposed to a lot of different foods. I can't believe they are so big, eating big people food. :)

Anyway, I was attempting Rodney's favorite tonight, chicken spaghetti, in the middle of a food and feeding frenzy. I had boiled the chicken with some vegetables and mixed all of the other ingredients in a bowl, cooked the noodles, and then I poured everything in the casserole dish and popped it in the oven. It looked so yummy! "Wow," I thought. "I am good." Then I looked over and saw that I forgot to pull the chicken apart and add it into the mixture! I pulled it out of the oven and added it, stirred it around. So much for presentation, but at least I saw it in time to fix it.
Then, I picked up the dish and almost made it to the oven, but it slipped and I dropped it. It spilled all over the inside of the oven door and all over the floor. Ruined.
"Call Domino's."
I felt like screaming my head off. I felt like throwing everything I could see in the trash. I hate the heat that rises to my head when I get upset. It's not helpful. The babies were watching me suspiciously while eating their carrots. I just quickly threw the mess in the trash and went back to chopping the squash. The babies went back to yelling out and banging on their trays. While aggressively rocking my knife over the squash, I dumped a huge bowl of diced carrots in the floor. I wonder how much food a person can waste in a single evening... That was so much work and money down the drain, not to mention the floor that I just scrubbed on my hands and knees last night--disgusting again. I am so frustrated and sad. This feels like a tragedy right now. The Death of the Chicken Spaghetti. It is so sad that all of that food, the chicken, the mushrooms, the celery, the pimentos, the cream of chicken soup, the broth, the tomato sauce, the whole bag of shredded cheese AND the carrots...wasted.
I'm so sorry.

I worked so hard all afternoon in the kitchen and now the trash is full of my groceries and I'm eating Domino's. Yes, we are eating Domino's, but the kitchen is a mess, all the dishes are dirty, the inside of my oven is coated with a cheesy, greasy film, and I feel like I just ran a marathon.

                                                                                                        Nighty-night!