This just in...

"Poor acts of motherhood often bring about sanity" 

(what? I'm not about to say I am a bad mom... 

there are just sometimes 'poor acts' associated with the gig... and I've accepted it.)

Topic: Feverishly making dinner and secretly wishing for peace and quiet. 

Issue: 18 month old son loves to say the words, "hold you," which more often are said with arms uplifted, a strained neck, and sounds like, "hoooooolllldddd chuuuuu!!!" 

Solution: After having attempted to ignore, suggest toys, suggest sister play time, and a second bowl of Goldfish crackers.... it's just done. I do it. I offer a lollipop. 

Result: Takes the first lick, walks away, and mom makes dinner in peace and quiet. Well, that is until older sister sees the lollipop and a whole new list of requests commence. 

Who offers a baby a lollipop right before dinner? Someone who wants to get it prepared and on the table in record time. 

I am not ashamed.