I don't know...

what's gotten into me.

I told my husband my goals for the afternoon were a clean bedroom and kitchen. (And before you judge me for the low goal, remember you haven't SEEN those 2 rooms...)

The kitchen is done. And as I stand here typing at my kitchen counter, I have ham frying, sausage defrosting, and not one, but TWO batches of dough raising. I also have an 18 month old sleeping downstairs, (she's due to wake up and be fussy and impossible any minute), and a 4 1/2 month old sleeping in my bedroom how is completely and totally unpredictable. And who also hasn't eaten since she got here almost 4 hours ago.

(interuption while I cook)

The plan was to find something easy for dinner. That's when I got my cookbook out. And somehow, remembered another cookbook, which somehow convinced me I should make ham/broccoli stromboli. Ok. That's fine. But when did I suddenly feel the need to make 2 strombolis? And when did 2 stromboli's turn into a LOT of little personal size strombolis? And when did those little personal size strombolis turn into two varieties?

I think it was while I was unloading the dishwasher. Have I ever told you how much I HATE unloading the dishwasher? It is (seriously) up there with giving birth on my list of "Things I hope I never have to go through again." But I digress...

When I unload the dishwasher I always think of crazy things to do. (I wonder if that's why I hate it so much?) So while I was unloading I vaguely remember thinking 2 things: 1) If I made a LOT of little personal size strombolis I could probably not have to cook for a while again. Followed by the thought: what if my kids won't eat the broccoli ones...I better make a sausage kind to. And 2)I really need to blog again. (WHY did I think this? My theory: Only because I was unloading the dishwasher.)

So here I am. With 2 more thoughts before I leave you.

1. When you fry ham, 4 cups turns into 3 cups. I'm glad I had extra.

2. Kaden just went in my room and woke up Roslyn. He's lucky to still be alive.