I have a sick, gluttonous habit that I partake in every day after the kiddos are in bed. It’s my reward for a long day of holding fussy babies and mindlessly playing cars and trains until I think my eyes could shut and stay asleep forever.
Around here, when the sun goes down, the Nutella comes out.
You don’t want to get in my way when it’s Nutella Time. I’m hardcored focused on putting together my sinful creation and then once it’s in my mouth everything turns hazy and I can’t hear voices or see faces. I’m lost in a spinning world of Nutella-induced hallucinations…sugar on my lips and syrup on my chin; I don’t even use a napkin, just let it drip.
Every. Single. Night.
Join me tonight, as I take you along with me into my world after bedtime…
First step: making a Nutella sandwich. And no, I do not let that Nutella on the knife go to waste.
While putting the Nutella away, I have to peer into the jar and eye how much I have left. It’s not safe for my family if I run out of Nutella.
It’s butter time.
Remove my french toast concoction from the fridge. This lasts me for 2 days as long as Luis doesn’t try to hone in and ask for one.
A little dip action while the butter is melting. I don’t like it to soak up too much, I like it soft but with a crunchy texture.
While putting my french toast concoction away, I notice this huge bowl of ripe, cold cantaloupe sitting in my fridge. Disgusting.
Back to important matters. Frying my Nutella sandwich. While that happens…
…I get everything else prepared, because once the sandwich is ready, no time can be wasted in eating it. It must be eaten hot.
Syrup – check.
Cinnamon sugar – check. This needs to be immediately sprinkled on the sandwich as soon as it’s flipped.
Fork – check.
Glass of milk – check.
Sandwich is flipped, sprinkling in action. Things are starting to get intense at this point, I’m getting a little sweaty in anticipation.
I ogle the sandwich and salivate.
Last photo I take before plating it.
I told you things get hazy. I tried taking more pics but the lighting wasn’t lettting me and I didn’t have time, so this is the best I could give you.
Once I had 3/4 of the sandwich in my mouth, I was able to turn a dim light on and capture this moment before it was gone. Notice the crazed syrup.
It is done.
By this point I’ve staggered off somewhere, most likely to the sofa where I mindlessly check my blog or Facebook until the Dactyl cries and I go to bed.
That, my friends, is what this mommy does after the kids are in bed.
What do you do after your kids are put away for the night?