"Your body is the first thing any child of man ever wanted. Therefore dispose yourself to be loved, to be wanted, to be available. Be there for them with a vengeance. Be a gracious, bending woman. Incline your ear, your heart, your hands to them.... To be a Mother is to be the sacrament - the effective symbol - of place. Mothers do not make homes, they are our home." from Bed and Board, Robert Farrar Capon

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Crumbs


How low have I fallen?

The other night, when I had finally plopped down onto the couch at the end of a long day, my baby girl came crawling over and I noticed she had cookie crumbs all over her face.  (One of her big brothers or sisters must have been being generous.) And of course no one was anywhere in sight to whom I could pass off the job of taking her to the kitchen and wiping down her hands and face.

I groaned. I could not muster the energy to get up.  So what did I do?
I brushed all the crumbs off into my hand.  And then guess what?

I ate them. 

Hey, there comes a point (you're probably not there yet, and most likely never will be, you classy gal)
when exhaustion finally trumps squeamishness, etiquette, and even...  self-respect.
So now you know.



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  1. Mrs. WhiteFebruary 16, 2012 at 6:15 PM

    How funny!! Thanks for making me smile!

    Blessings
    Mrs. White

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  2. CathyFebruary 16, 2012 at 6:34 PM

    Good solution, Leah. I've been there. You're too tired to move, but you can't bear the thought of dropping the crumbs on the floor, so... you eat them. Problem solved. A mother's exhaustion calls for desperate measures. You did good.

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  3. Mary PFebruary 16, 2012 at 7:28 PM

    This is one of my favorites of all your posts :-) Hard to take myself too seriously after reading this!

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  4. RebekahFebruary 16, 2012 at 8:10 PM

    LOL. I also hit a new low this week--didn't bother putting extra cream of wheat in the fridge before loading everybody up for chapel not so much because I was out of time, but because I knew if I left it there I'd be able to eat it cold out of the pot when we got back. Oh man.

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  5. Jessica DimasFebruary 16, 2012 at 11:26 PM

    Hahaha that made me smile. Actually I've been there too. My one year old spits out food like grape skin, and I didn't have anywhere to put it the other day nor did I have the energy to go get a napkin...so I ate them. Thanks for sharing!

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  6. Emily CookFebruary 17, 2012 at 5:14 AM

    We've all done it, we just don't all have the courage to blog it. :)

    It's a sad club that we are part of, but at least there's plenty of us here!

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  7. Patricia HierFebruary 17, 2012 at 5:43 AM

    That is so funny!!!
    I think we're having all the fun!
    As far as "classy" Molly Jo the other day said,"Leah's hair is prettiest color!"

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  8. LeahFebruary 17, 2012 at 12:49 PM

    Mary - Are you telling me I need to write more crumby posts or something? :P

    Rebekah - I can't remember the last time I ate a hot breakfast. And I'm usually finishing up my one cup of "morning coffee" sometime around two o'clock. Oh man is right!

    Jessica - Now it's all coming out! Too funny.

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  9. jennyFebruary 17, 2012 at 12:55 PM

    Thank you for this very real post!

    Too funny. We've all been there. And for those of you who haven't, you will be.

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  10. Letha HicksFebruary 18, 2012 at 8:48 PM

    Oh.. I just loved this : )

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  11. AnonymousFebruary 20, 2012 at 8:52 AM

    Pretty good, Leah! There I was at the store wiping Charlotte's messy face with my own spit on my fingers and then wiping it off on my pants. One of those things I VOWED I would never do to my children in public! We are funny creatures. - Michelle

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  12. AnonymousMarch 21, 2012 at 12:22 AM

    Oh yeah, I too have been there! LOL Blessings!

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