Lynda Loveland: Up and down

How many times, do you suppose, you get up and down during dinner?

Yesterday, I counted 11. And I think I skipped a few.

Everybody eats the same thing but I’m constantly getting up. Either one of the kids needs more ketchup, more milk or they spill milk. It’s always something!

Then, by the time I get them taken care of, I realize that I need something! It’s at that point I want to be like the mom on The Incredibles. You know, the one who’s made of rubber and she can stretch her arms anywhere.