I second the motion. Also, she gets a cupcake.

Hey, does anyone have a good slow cooker pot roast recipe?

Calli's suggestion sounds good to me. My crock pot beef roast tends to look like this: chopped carrots, onion, celery, and if I'm feeling really rustic, rutabaga, lob the roast in on top of that, season liberally with Italian seasoning blend (or whatever smells good to me that day), pepper, and Worcestershire sauce.

JZ, you should write a parenting book!

Yeah, except for the part where I did nothing all day yesterday but make her cry, from the moment she woke up:

Matilda: Mom, I'm awake! I want Daddy!
Me: I'll take you out to Daddy.
[I lug her out to the kitchen and just before depositing her in Daddy's arms I kiss the top of her muzzy curly head]
Me: Look, Daddy, I've got a snugglebug!
[Matilda immediately crumples into howls of rage, flings her self out of my arms, and runs sobbing back to bed, where she pees]

I also tried to make her wear the wrong kind of diaper, made her watch TV, made her turn the TV off, ate nine bites of the crust of her cinnamon toast when she only wanted me to eat eight, gave her fizzy water when she wanted milk which I should have known even though she'd just asked for fizzy water, put the milk in the wrong container, didn't give her enough, gave her so much it made her tummy hurt and made her More Sick, and cruelly insisted that it was bedtime at the outrageously early hour of 9:15. So, clearly, I'm a monster who deserves neither a parenting book contract nor a cupcake.

Though she does at least never call herself a princess when she's behaving like that, so maybe that's a win right there?

I third the pot roast advice and add: it tastes better when you cook with wine that's good enough to drink. Although I just about died when Gordon Ramsay made fruit soup with Veuve Clicquot.

I attempted food for the first time in 16 hours...pb&j on a toasted English muffin. Wish me luck.

So, clearly, I'm a monster who deserves neither a parenting book contract nor a cupcake.

I think dealing with all of that is exactly the definition of deserving a cupcake.

Wish me luck.

Good luck!

Also, you might want to avoid roller-coasters for a while....

Also, you might want to avoid roller-coasters for a while....

I also tried to make her wear the wrong kind of diaper, made her watch TV, made her turn the TV off, ate nine bites of the crust of her cinnamon toast when she only wanted me to eat eight, gave her fizzy water when she wanted milk which I should have known even though she'd just asked for fizzy water, put the milk in the wrong container, didn't give her enough, gave her so much it made her tummy hurt and made her More Sick, and cruelly insisted that it was bedtime at the outrageously early hour of 9:15.

See, after all that she's still alive, so clearly you deserve a parenting book contract, a cupcake, and a medal.

My varietion. Put potatoes and carrots with wine, tiny bit of honey, boullion cube, garlic, olive black pepper and as much water as I feel like in slow coooker. Cook on high an hour and a half. Add onions, celery green pepper or mushroom if I feel like it and chuck. Cook until tender. If I'm feeling fancy, brown the meat for a few minutes with soy sauce and olive oil before adding to slow cooker. Result pot roast stew/one dish meal. Browning first really does make it taste better, but it tastes fine even if you do not brown.