I was supposed to come home and make some broccolini for dinner and then let my "cooking creative juices" run wild from there. That didn't happen. I made the (amazing) mistake of opening up my freezer first and saw the three cheese pizza staring back at me. It was speaking to me and it said, "screw your broccolini...don't you want your son to LIKE you? MAKE ME" Done.

I was about to put it in the oven and started having MINOR pangs of guilt that I thwarted my healthy dinner plans for a frozen pizza, so I grabbed some garlic and fresh basil out of the fridge and put it on top. I then broiled some baby tomatoes coated in olive oil, salt and pepper and figured the meal wasn't really that bad for us.

New low? Nah. Lazy? Hell Yeah. But let me explain. It seems like everytime my husband has to travel for work, Murphy's Law kicks in and my job explodes. I am then left running around at my job like a dog in heat trying to get everything done before the witching hour of...5:30PM. Ideally, 5:20PM. I realize that is basically some people's lunch hour. But when I am playing single mom and am forced to do the pickup and drop-off for daycare, 5:30PM is getting dangerously close to all but guarantee Jenson will be the last kid to be picked up from daycare. GAASSPPPPP. Images of Fievel (JENSON) singing "Somewhere out There" runs though my head and then my mind immediately moves to Self-flagellation...which is generally not a great idea...but never is there a time where it just seems like the most reasonable next step.

Well last night was one of those nights. I found myself sprinting (OK walking VERY fast) down treacherous patches of icy sidewalks in heels and ripped tights (not a fashion statement I might add) to go get my kid once I subwayed it back to Brooklyn. Thankfully, I could keep my whips in the drawers as Jenson was not the last kid in the entire school...but most definitely he was the last kid to be picked up in his class. And I got to meet his new teacher who had just started that day and I will now be forever judged in her eyes as "the mom who puts her JOB BEFORE her kid."

By the time we got home I couldn't have cared less about dinner. Ice-cream is what you want? WHICH FLAVOR? HOW MANY SCOOPS? OH AND YOU'D LIKE TO TRY COKE ZERO? NO PROBLEM. It was just a long day. And I need to mention that long day started with me applying shaving gel to my left armpit because I thought I had grabbed the spray deodorant. Oh, and I was applying while wearing my black dress. There is photographic evidence but I'm wearing a nursing bra (because apparently I have given up on life and I still have not bought normal bras even though I stopped nursing my son in August) and my Spanx are hiked up to an embarrassing level. Just take my word, the day got off to a precarious start.

So it was Trader Joe's waffles and a jar of peanut butter that was served. And lets be real, is there anything better than spooning heapfuls of peanut butter into your mouth from the jar? Let me answer that..NO. Jenson agrees too. We passed his blue spoon back and forth and ate out of the jar together. And then because I felt like he should really have something more substantial, I busted out the multi-grain (multi-grain people) waffles and the jar of NATURAL Vermont syrup. Sorry, Mrs. Butterworth's we've moved on from your high fructose syrup ways. I found myself wondering why I have not been eating waffles daily for last few decades.... because they are so damn good. Perhaps it's time to turn a new leaf. But in all seriousness, I give mad props to all the single moms because it just isn't easy. Especially when it comes to meal-making after a long day. But do you know what is easy...Peanut Butter and waffles for dinner.

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