Meals at the table have been very frustrating lately. For some reason, meals that the kids have loved as long as I can remember, are not going over so well. Someone has to complain about something with each and every meal we serve. Adam and I end up begging, pleading, threatening, etc. for the kids to finish their plates. Today's lunch was no different. PB&J sandwiches or ham sandwiches with a side of "blue chips" aka Cool Ranch Doritos. After sitting at the table for over an hour waiting for them to finish their sandwiches, I had grown a little perturbed.
Adam questions me, "I feel like you're frustrated."
"I am frustrated!" I announced.
Then Houston, in his perfect timing and sensitive to my pumping schedule, "How come, Mom? Carrying too much milk?"
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