Just Call Me Betty Freaking Crocker

It was just one of those days. You know what type of day I am talking about, where the kids make mess after mess. You literally clean up the spilled milk only to find smashed grapes in your carpet. While you are cleaning up the grapes, someone gets impatient and decides they are big enough to get the jam out of the refrigerator, SHATTERED glass goes everywhere. Now times this by 13 hours. Let's just say momma isn't in the mood to cook. At this point, she just wants to curl up on the couch with a good book while the kids massage her feet. Enter Pizza Hut delivery man.

I slaved away in the kitchen, preparing a gourmet dinner for my family... ahem... or something like gourmet;) The soup needed to simmer for 3 hours. I decided to take the kids to the park to pass the time. We walked to the park, actually my kids ran and skipped while I walked very quickly to keep up. 1 hour later we headed for home because the kids were in need of a restroom break. We walked into the house only to see smoke and the terrible smell of something burning. I rushed into the kitchen where smoke was billowing our of the pot. Seriously, it burned on simmer!?! The dinner was ruined! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Our house was filled with the burnt smell even with windows and doors wide open. Whoops! So, when hubby came home, he took us to eat at Chick-fil-a. Dinner turned out pretty good:)