So... I have had this head-cold thing this weekend and can go between feeling fine and terrible in a two minute span. Back and forth, back and forth. With not knowing what day it is and all I don't know if I'm coming or going. Or if I even want to come and go. Anyways...
As I was feeling like death warmed over I decided to make some of my mom's Chicken Noodle Soup while everyone was at church. I even used some of my little teensy cutie bread packets to make bread (even though that was a big flop) and was anticipating a delicious lunch for the family.
I start gathering up all the dishes we will need for the meal and realize I only have four bowls. And since I know there are six people in the family I get an early start on K5 math and figure out I am two short. So I sent the kids to look in all the places where the other bowls might possibly be-their rooms, the van, the yard-don't laugh. I found my broom in the back yard this morning.
Everyone dispersed and no one returned with any bowls. I took a deep breath and then calmly said,
"Okay, we will just have to eat in shifts then."
Mark burst out laughing at the scenario.
And I thought to myself,
"When did this happen? When did I become the mom who calmly states things like, 'We will just eat in shifts.' What happened to bring me to this point? How did I become that mom? How did our family become that family? "
We still haven't found the bowls. Maybe they are out there in the expanse floating around like my dreams of an orderly home where all the bowls live in a cabinet designated just for bowls and plates. Where a bowl can be free to just be a soup bowl and not an ant habitat or magic potion holder. Where bowls can live in freedom to be happy serving up little bowls of oatmeal each morning?
Free MamaHen's bowls!
Someone please tell me I am not alone.