
mealtime cleanup is about to send me to the local pschyatric ward. my boys love to mash, squeeze, dump, smear and throw their food. i have actually considered calling supernanny. but the application is too long and i don't have time to fill it out because i always seem to be either making, serving or cleaning up a meal. did i say, cleaning up a meal? eating a meal for me is almost comical as i think i get up in between every bite i take for one reason or another. usually after bite three i don't ever sit back down again. that is normally when the food starts flying. note the mess under the table; the same mess is behind me and to my left and my right, as well as the boys chairs and the top of the table. my saving grace is my cordless shark vacuum. it has been my lifesaver, i use it at least five times a day and sometimes more. it is this stage of the boys life that i wish we lived in a warm climate year round. i would literally serve breakfast, lunch and dinner outside.