...are typically a little on the rough side for us. Chris has class on Thursday nights and while I can handle the children, I have a terrible time handling the dinner. Take two weeks ago for example...I was going to feed the girls and I lasagna. Not homemade mind you, but made by the good people at Stouffer's. All I had to do was preheat the oven, throw it in and wait. The problem occured when I failed to hear the timer go off and did not notice that we had been waiting for dinner for two hours. The girls ended up having peanut butter sandwiches for dinner. Not one of my finer mothering moments.
So tonight Chris asked me, "Are you going to be ok making pasta for dinner?" Which is code for "Are you going to f-up dinner again?"
Just so you know, dinner was a success. Of course, Chris made it before going to class. :)