Kraft Dinner on the Ceiling

The ceiling is 8 feet from the floor. More importantly, the top of the dinner table is just over 5 feet from the ceiling. That's quite a trajectory for a few pieces of pasta. For us it's exciting to travel around the world. For a piece of macaroni, flying across the room could be considered an equally satisfying experience. The obvious culprits include an eight year old male, a six year old female, a four year old male, a two year old male, and a 6 month old female.

I suppose you'll need some circumstances or a backround story to properly assess the situation. There was no food fight, no temper tantrums, no overt silliness going on. The tone of the meal was actually quite somber as I had just finished chewing the kids out...AGAIN. At this point you could ask a question that would get you closer to the truth. WHY are we eating KRAFT DINNER for SUPPER? This is not normal in The Gordon household.

It was a rough day to put it nicely. I had retreated to autopilot. You see, when things get beyond the point where I know what to do, I become really quiet and start working madly. It's best if no one speaks to me--in fact, please don't. I move silently at lightning speed, hoping to eventually work myself past the situation and into that great era called bedtime. I needed to get the kids fed and packed away for the night. The quickest meal I could put together was Kraft Dinner. I figured I would eat toast later. (Hubby had a stomach flu and wasn't eating anything).

So we now have 4 kids eating their starchy, unhealthy supper silently. The pot, with the scoop, is sitting in the middle of the table. I strap my baby into her carseat (cause that's where she eats when she gets her rice cereal in the evening)and I plop her, carseat and all, down on the table. Unbeknownst to me, the carseat hit that scoop with enough force that it catapulted a spoonful of orange pasta into the air, hitting the celing and rained down on the poor unsuspecting 6 month old (wonder how many hours of therapy that's going to trigger). Of course, the kids thought it was great and they broke the unspoken code of silence. Pandemonium broke amongst the 4 oldest and there was an eruption of uncontrollable laughing and cheering, yes cheering. Lovely. Glad I could make their day.

For me, it didn't even phase me. I didn't say a word. You'd think Kraft Dinner on the ceiling was normal. I simply brushed the macaroni off my daughter's forehead, pointed at my children's unfinished plates, and spooned another pile of mushy baby food into my daughter's mouth.

My ceiling still has blobs of orange on it. In fact, I don't even care too much. I will have to paint it since I have not been able to wash it off. I can probably find some time to do that today.

There you have it. Kraft Dinner on the ceiling put there by none other than....me.