the door so the baby gets excited and wants to play. We admit defeat and go back to the kitchen. I save the rice from almost burning and put dinner on. Usually I would wait for Veggie Dad to get home before I eat, but I'm ravenous and I can't function like that. I put a pot of already-boiling water on to boil and wait interminably long for it to re-boil. Stomach growls. Notice after 10 minutes I've put it on the wrong setting and it would have boiled way faster had I not made that mistake. Sigh. Throw packet ravioli into the water and tidy up the kitchen. Everything I throw into the bin immediately bounces back out and onto the floor. Sigh again. I drain the pasta and most of it slips out of the colander and into the sink. Triple sigh. I pick it up anyway and put it in the pot. I dump a jar of sauce over and stir it in. I don't even bother heating it. I make the world's shittiest salad and dump everything on a plate I made in 1987. Like I said, we're ritzy here. I sit on the couch and eat one piece of ravioli (ok, I know its agnolotti). I'm faced with this: I lick all the sauce off a piece and give it to her to eat. I do this three more times until she accidentally bites her own finger and screams in pain. My dinner is abandoned