Mom Interrupted

My house is full of half-finished chores. There is half-folded laundry in the living room. There is a half-cleaned kitchen, a half-cleaned bathroom, a half-made bed and so on and so forth.

Why?

Because I am constantly interrupted. The kids think that the minute I start breathing start doing a chore is the perfect time to interrupt.

Take the kitchen. If I'm going in the kitchen, it is only to serve them, right?

I wash my hands to unload the dishwasher. Here comes "A."

"Mom, I'm hungry."

Nevermind that she sucked down a peanut better & jelly sandwich, a glass of milk and half a bag of chips ten minutes before. She's hungry NOW!

Me: "You'll have to hang on. I've just started cleaning the kitchen.

A: "But I'm hungry. I'm reeeeaaaally hungry. My stomach hurts."

Me: "You just ate."

A: "But I'm stiiiiiiiillllll huuuuunnnnngggrrrryyyyy.

Then it is SJ's cue to come into the kitchen.

SJ: "POPSICLE!"

Me: "Hang on and AT LEAST let me finish....

SJ: (climbing in freezer) "POPSICLE!"

Me: (frantically starting towards him) Wait a ....

SJ: (waving around a handful of popsicles) "POPSICLE, POPSICLE!"

So then I have to stop and open them for him. And then "A" does the old "since you had to stop to get his popsicle can you make me....?"

Aaarrggghhhh.
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There is a new produce stand in town. The kids and I went to check it out. I was hoping for some blackberries, but had no luck.

However, I did buy a beautiful eggplant and some fresh spinach and some cabbage. Mmm mmm good.
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Because Mandy is nursing puppies, she is getting some canned food to supplement her dry food.

Boots has been giving me hangdog looks when he sees that the contents of her bowl are clearly more pleasing than his.

So I took pity on him and gave him some.

I now have two dogs who are farting like they are the grand prize winners of a boiled egg/cabbage eating contest.

My house smells like dog butt.

Boston Terriers: Their butt is worse than their bite.