Three Little Men and Their Tortillas

Dan wasn't so sure I should add this post, due to the high "you might be a redneck if..." content. I, however, felt like I should. Because apart from being, let's face it, a little wierd, this was one of the best ideas I've had in a long time.

So, to save face for my husband, I am openly claiming all responsibility for the below posted picture and if anyone thinks I'm completely insane...so be it. At the moment I very well might have been. In some cases you just do what you you have to do.

So here's the story. Yesterday Dan had a meeting at our church after work, so he stayed late and went straight there before coming home. He has these meeting about once a week. On that day, I usually don't fix anything fancy for dinner because honestly, I've caught my kids eating out of the garbage from time to time. So impressing them with a fancy meal is not always my main priority. Yesterday was no exception. Add to the scenario a very long list of chores I am embarassingly behind on (laundry, dishes, Logan and Lincoln's valentines, bathrooms, oh yes and bathing my children) and I'm sure any mother will understand how it can be nearly seven o'clock and dinner hasn't even crossed my mind yet. I was gently reminded by Owen who made his way up the stairs into the bedroom I was cleaning carrying a gallon of milk and a package of hotdogs.

Now, I'm not really the type of person who you could call a 'bedtime nazi', but serisouly, I wear down around seven and am pretty much useless by eight, so getting my kids in bed by seven-thirty is healthy for me and for them.

When Owen approached me with his food, I peeked at the clock, saw how late it was, realized that the kids not only needed dinner, but were in serious need of a bath and knew that if I didn't figure out somthing, it was going to be a late one. I dreaded the thought of hauling them all downstairs to my freshly cleaned kitchen, messing it up while we had dinner, dragging them back upstairs to the tub (leaving the messy kitchen for later) and getting them cleaned, dressed, teeth brushed, and read to. It was going to be at least another hour and I was so tired. So, in that instant, I came up with an amazing plan. I ran down stairs and threw together some quesadillas (easy clean-up), then came back up, threw the kids in the bath and divvied the food out. The boys thought I was insane, but loved eating in the bathtub! After they ate, I scrubbed them down and tossed them in bed! I was done in fifteen minutes; just in time to turn into a pumpkin, lay on the couch with Ellie, and watch American Idol.

Judge if you must, or try it some time.....I'll let y'all decide. Oh, and does anyone know how I can get ahold of Jeff Foxworthy? I want to tell him I've got a good one for him! :)