Its time for dinner. 1st is the dilema of what to actually have for dinner. Followed by the trauma of food prep with the little darlings hanging onto your legs, hence the ‘Leg Warmers’
Now for me I have 3, 4 & 5 all wanting to ‘help’ which to them is being amazing children, but to me its plainly getting in my way and slowing me down, but for a quiet life I let them help, now 6 is toddling about too, he likes to join in warming up mummys legs.
So we decide on just making a nice simple bean on toast for arguments sake. It wont take long, but I can cover all the kitchen dangers in one foul swoop.
So first we grab the beans, and step over a couple of children on the way to the kitchen drawer. Pull out the tin opener and open the beans. As soon as the beans are revealed 3 gets her fingers in there straight away. As you grab the pan out of the cupboard you place it on the side, and before closing the door, you have to remove 5 & 6 from climbing in there. You turn to put the beans in the pan, and look around puzzled… where is the pan? Oh yes 4 has decided to move it, just because.
You finally find the pan and pop the beans in it (2 tins for us)
I really need to get 2 toasters, but alas I only have one. So I patiently count out the slices of bread, and each one I put down 3 has to touch, every single one. I place 4 in the toaster and 4 under the grill, when the toaster pops I place 4 more in. While this is going on I start getting fed up of the sound of my own voice “put that down, come away from there, leave that alone, hot hot hot”
As I start to get the toast out, 3 has to to touch every single piece again, so I send her off to set the table. (Which she does very well I must add) I move to get the plates out, again stepping over a few kids, kick a few toys, and pull more kids out of cupboards… finally we get to plate up and get everyone seated.
So a simple meal cooking with leg warmers is not that much fun.