There is something about Brett being gone that puts me into absolute ANTI-COOKING mode. For some reason, when he is not here, it's more difficult for me to get the kids to eat the more "grown-up" meals (you know...normal stuff, like chicken and rice, lasagna, blah-blah-blah). So I don't even try. Instead we have "kid stuff"...mac 'n cheese, Campbell's chicken noodle soup, pancakes. Stuff I don't have to force feed with a back hoe. The only problem is none of that kind of food appeals to me after a long day of single-parenting, so what usually ends up happening is me sitting and visiting with the kids while they eat their dinner. Then, after they go to bed, I eat whatever sounds good but does not require much preparation. Here's where things get interesting. When I am the only responsible adult around, I eat the stupidest stuff. There. I admit it. Take last night for example. Once I had the house to myself I settled down for a real pathetic feast. First, I finished off the last half of a small jar of green olives. Then I moved on to the three remaining dill pickles that have been sitting lonely in the back of our fridge for a month. I was thirsty, but had a hankerin' for something sweet, so I had a large glass of chocolate milk. Popped in a DVD. Watched half of it before deciding the olives and pickles didn't cut it. Paused the DVD while I set myself up with 3 slices of bread and a generous puddle of A-1 Sauce to dip it in. Don't forget the string cheese and a tall ice water to wash it all down with. I know, I know. I'm nuts. Now, I must defend myself (if it's at all possible at this point) by saying typically I fill my nights with a heaping bowl of cereal. But after three days of Marshmallow Maties and Honey Bunches of Oats, I was feeling a little "cerealed-out". How I made the leap from cereal to A-1, one will never know. I think I've mentioned in the past how much I love sauces, so I guess at the time it didn't seem "off". Heck, at least I was eating it with bread instead of a spoon! Now that would just be weird.