Interrupt Me. Please.

Be careful what you wish for. All those years I couldn't have a conversation, couldn't go to the bathroom, couldn't get pretty much anything done around the house and you know what I wished for? Same thing all parents wish for. A few minutes without being pulled in 100 different directions, or the ability to have a 10 minute chore actually taking, you know, 10 minutes instead of hours. A break from interruptions, from stopping to answer questions to which, many times, there is no answer. Or to which the answer has already been made clear. Like 100 times. Just that same day.

And then one day you realize you are free. The kids are grown. They're not pulling on your clothes and demanding food or insisting you look for the only toy they'll play with in that moment, or just furious that they do not have your undivided attention at all times. Suddenly you can talk. You can pee. You can set the table.

That's when it hits you. Crap. Now what? I may actually need those interruptions. And where are those kids when you need them? Out with their friends, of course. Leaving you all alone after all these years to fend for yourself out in the world.

So help me out here. Turns out I need a volunteer. Interrupt me. Please. When:

~ It's pouring rain, the two closest spots at the grocery store are taken up by one car and I'm (allegedly) searching my car for something (hypothetically) sharp enough to slash a tire.

~ Fork held precariously over the serving dish, I'm contemplating finishing off the remaining half of the cake.

~ I've already bought the grill, dammit, and now the salesman is explaining why I need the gold plated grill brush.

~ A neighbor catches me out front and wants to share the details of her recent wound debridement.

~ Ooey, gooey, yummy S'more Dessert Sandwiches are made and it's time to do the dishes.

S'more Dessert Sandwiches

~ Every damn channel is covering yet another pompous partisan politician self-aggrandizing instead of asking pertinent questions at the latest congressional hearing. 

~ The butcher apologizes for keeping me waiting, explaining exactly how he was just making that Blood Sausage.

~ The lady behind me in the checkout line thinks it's a good idea to discuss the pros and cons of each of my groceries.

~ I have somehow convinced myself that I can go bathing suit shopping without ending up in bed with the covers over my head for a week.

~ I forgot one ingredient and decide that I'll just blend in if I run out to Walmart in my pajamas.

And at day's end, when I'm sitting out on the deck, cocktail in hand, you're off duty. DO NOT interrupt me.

S'more Dessert Sandwiches       
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Printable Recipe
 
Ingredients:
4 slices bread
1/3 cup nutella
1/3 cup marshmallow fluff (creme)
1 egg beaten with 1 TBSP water
1 cup graham cracker crumbs
1 TBSP butter

Directions:
*Freeze the bread.
*Heat the butter in a large skillet.
*Remove bread from freezer. Spread the nutella onto 2 slices of the bread and fluff onto the other 2 slices of bread. 
*Close one slice of bread with nutella and once slice with fluff to form 2 sandwiches. Remove the crusts, cut the sandwiches into quarters.
*Dip both sides of the sandwich quarters into the beaten egg, then into the graham cracker crumbs to coat with the crumbs. 
*Place the sandwiches into the skillet. Cook until the graham cracker crumbs brown, gently flip over and cook the other side. Slice and serve.