Yes, it's goldfish for breakfast today.
Goldfish of the cheddar variety.
I woke up this morning and found this house a mess.
Practically every room filled with clutter and junk and strewn clothes.
And it's messing with my mind.
And a Mommy with a messed up mind is not a very good Mommy.
So forget the eggs and bacon I usually make you.
Or the cereal I pour you - because we've run out of it.
(You boys inhale a box a day and I can't keep up.)
It's goldfish this morning.
Quick. Easy. Simple. Good.
I need all of the above so that I can at least get some cleaning done.
Get the rooms back into some decent order.
Sweep the rooms of the cheerio crumbs and toy/paper clutter so they won't be so messy anymore.
My mind needs to be a little more at ease...
...so the body isn't stepping on sticky goo or kicking her toe on some random toy left on the floor.
So I can at least feel like the unexpected visitor can come in and I don't have to cringe inside at sticky fingerprints that are left on almost every door of this house.
And the visitor's bathroom...let's not even go there.
Or worry that I'm a bad mother because my kids are running through a house that looks like it's been hit by a fierce tornado.
Goldfish it is, then.
Yes, yes, you can have a cup of milk with them.
But that's it.
And please, please try not to get any on the floor!
Pouring my heart out with Shell at Things I Can't Say.