With all this Hunger Games hype, I feel pretty late to the party, considering the last book I read was "Bossypants." As an audio book.
For the record, I did download The Hunger Games trilogy to my NOOK Tablet, but ended up using it to catch up on Downton Abbey instead.
So, that means while everyone is squeeing excitedly about Katniss and her braid, I'm enjoying The Hunger Games of my own, at every freaking meal time.
Granted, there's no actual killing, but it is pretty dangerous feeding four hungry, demanding children.
One wants the lettuce NOT THE TOMATOES BECAUASE EW THEY ARE SO YUCKY HEY CAN I HAVE SOME KETCHUP ON MY PLATE?
The other wants the tomatoes but not the seeds, while another doesn't want anything but a bowl of ranch dressing because isn't that salad, mommy?
And then there's the one who just tosses everything on the floor.
And boy with the bread? How about my kids, who want bread with the sloppy joe, no not on the bread, wait no just half the bread, oh forget it EW GROSS BREAD!
Between cooking, cutting, heating, and serving, it's like the freaking Olympics. Except there are no medals, just little children acting like French and Russian figure skating judges plotting against me.
"She missed the last half turn of that triple salchow while she was serving our macaroni and cheese. Minus 10 points!"
So you go ahead and enjoy your Hunger Games workouts and hair styles and crazy outfits this weekend.
I'll be here enjoying my own Hunger Games.
May the odds be ever in my favor.