Proof that my brain is fried.

I spent 20 minutes yesterday trying to cook a pre-packaged skillet meal, only to find out that I had the wrong burner turned on. It took a lot of stirring, stove top searching, and under-my-breath mumbling about why my food was still cold before I figured it out.

Once it was cooking, I managed to burn it. Completely.

My children are lucky they're getting hot food at this point. I'm tempted to only serve peanut butter sandwiches and apples from here on out...