One Ravioli, Two Ravioli

I made it through the weekend. If I made it through the weekend, then I can make it through this week.

Today didn't go as planned, but I was able to be productive, nonetheless... But that doesn't mean everything is done, but we are prepared to begin our week.

I don't know why children do this, but the meals are going to be a problem.

I made a ravioli lasagna. What kid doesn't like lasagna?! And I used ravioli instead of plain lasagna noodles. What's not to like? They won't eat it.

I froze meatballs and yet another pasta dish, but I can't pull that out until the ravioli bake thing is gone. I have chicken and rice soup, they don't like it. They like chicken, they like rice, they like broth and they've eaten SOUP before, but when I make things for a plan and plan that they will eat it and we will be fine, then of course, they won't eat it.

I've frozen little egg cups for quick breakfasts and half the time, they "don't like it"! It's egg and cheese and a biscuit! I don't get it. Even when I give them what they want, they don't want it. It's enough to drive anyone completely out of their minds.

Tonight, I pulled out the frozen chicken and rice soup and got it started. The whining started as I put it over the heat. It escalated as I served it up and it hit the breaking point when a bowl ended up on the floor and chicken and rice dripped from the sides of the chair.

And then it was bedtime.

Don't they know that half the world would LOVE to come eat at our house?! I tell them that some people get a little ball of rice to eat everyday and THAT'S IT and I get blank stares! I tell them that some children don't have a Mommy and they live on a street by themselves with no clothes or blankets. Again, they get this look on their faces like they wish they didn't have a Mommy at the moment because they are sick of listening to me. I'm not trying to scare them, but I am trying to put their "sad" lives into perspective. And they don't get it.

When can I send them to dig some wells in Africa? Well, maybe not, but I'm thinking we need to go hand blankets out at a homeless shelter or something super soon because this attitude of theirs has got to go and I don't think it's too soon to show them how to appreciate every little thing they have.

Until then, it's one ravioli at a time.