Putting the break in mental break down

So, after 3 days of being sick and absolutely miserable (3 kleenex boxes worth), 2 nights of fitful sleep and last night's massive headache that bordered on torture and 3 whiny and not very helpful children, I'm just about done. Packing isn't happening, let alone keeping the house in a decent condition. My fabulous fellow Bollywood-lover, Neysa, came over to help me price stuff for the garage sale. We got through quite a few boxes, but I still have the majority of the stuff in the basement. And it is near impossible to do because if I'm down there, the kids will be down there. And if the kids are down there, then they are whining and complaining about what is being given away. Therefore, nothing is getting accomplished. It is all just so frustrating.

This afternoon (stupid early release Wednesdays, I hate them), the kids kept complaining and saying how I was starving them. I started dinner at 4. The big problem with dinner, (besides being sick and not wanting to stand, oh, and besides not wanting to go to the store with kids, and besides the fits Sugar was pitching because I wouldn't let her eat dessert and Jamo was pitching because I threw away the checkers that had been on the floor for 2 days) is that we have to hurry and use the food we have before we move. Makes for some interesting recipes. I might have made different purchases had I known we'd be moving so soon, but it is what it is. I boiled some water and threw in frozen peas, carrots and corn. Then I threw in some radiatore (super cool looking pasta). I mixed all that with some cooked ground beef. Then I let the kids pick a dressing to stir in it. Ranch was the favorite, but Greek Vinaigrette and Italian are also quite tasty.

Roo looked at it and asked, "What country other than America is this from and what is it called?" I told him it was called, "Mommy has been sick for 3 days and is super tired and no one is helping me with cooking, cleaning, laundry or dishes and I've been listening to whiny kids for the last 2 hours." "Oh, that's a long name."

Yeah. I'm coping quite nicely, wouldn't you say?

Dessert, for the record, was thawed berries with Cool-Whip, slivered almonds and a smidgen of chocolate sauce (though I personally prefer it without the chocolate sauce). I think I'm going to throw some mini-chocolate chips in next time I make it though...

And don't you worry. I'm not going to be adding either of these to the recipe blogs I'm on. Yes, they both tasted fine, but who needs a recipe for "Mommy has been sick for 3 days and is super tired and no one is helping me with cooking, cleaning, laundry or dishes and I've been listening to whiny kids for the last 2 hours." That's what I thought.