I recall very vividly the day I had this epiphany…”Children need food.” Ugh, the horror of that day is forever branded on my brain. Obviously, abstractly I knew this, but as a nursing mom for 2+ years (ya, i know), it never really struck me that I’d actually have to cook for my kids. And THREE meals a day no less, PLUS snacks. It all just seems a little excessive to me. Nonetheless, they do apparently require this.

As I’m sure you can gather, I cook…well…not so much. So the invention of the steam in their own bag veggies (brand favorite…Bird’s Eye) is well, basically the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. Here’s what you do. Go to the grocery store. Pick up about 10-15 bags of your kid’s favorite veggies (or at least ones that don’t make them gag). Pull one out at dinner time. Stick in in the microwave and cook for 5 mins. I am very fortunate to have the micro that requires literally only one button to be pushed to make it start so I close the door and hit 5. That’s it. Done. Open and thow ‘em in a bowl.

Oh the joys of invention…the personal computer, hybrid cars, the light bulb…and microwaveable vegetables.

Confession time folks. I have officially developed an unhealthy addiction to CNN. So much so that if one of my poor little boys came to me bleeding out the eyes I would actually think twice about rushing him to the hospital if AC 360 was on. (I mean…how much blood can one loose out of their eye? Surely he could survive an hour.) This confession, I realize, will paint me as possibly the worst mother in the world. So be it. It’s the truth. I AM a political junkie. I want nothing more than to see the love child of Anderson Cooper and Campbell Brown. Literally, I’ve actually had that dream.

This addiction started innocently enough. While I’ve always known where my political alliances lie, I did want to educate myself as much as possible on all sides so I could speak intelligently and passionately about my beliefs. Good intentions, I suppose, but just like a junkie starts with one hit…so goes my addiction. It got really bad when I wanted to paint my bedroom in the colors of the electoral map (have you seen that cool touch screen thing they have? OMG!) The final straw came when I started screaming at the little numbers on my HDTV going in the “wrong” direction during a key debate. That can’t be good.

I am distrubed. This is my cry for help. My poor babies deserve better than this. Admitting you have a problem is the first step, right?