Response to "Our Family"

(This started out as a reply to a commenter on the post below but then I took my rant and ran with it so it rated it's own post.)

When we had a lot more kids in and out, the food stashed all over the house was unbelievably gross. We have a very strict "no food upstairs" rule which means there's candy and food wrappers tucked in, under, and behind things and bits of lunches and stolen snacks nastifying in unusual hidey-holes. So disgusting. We don't even buy bologna because the smell of it is pretty strong even BEFORE it's been hidden under someone's underwear for a couple of weeks. Ewwwwwww! Our kids tend to be big cheese and peanut butter sandwich stashers. We don't allow gum either but still find it stuck to the carpet, furniture, banisters, and the the inside of the clothes dryer all the time.

And while I'm on my rant...two words. Ramen noodles. I would be happy as can be to never smell them again. When we did our PRIDE classes one of the trainers, who had been a foster parent for thirty+ years, said that Ramen noodles are the one thing that she could get every kid to eat. Boy is that ever the truth. Some of our kids had never eaten a vegetable but noodles seemed to have been a staple in nearly every home. Our kids love them cooked or dry. Ick.

Okay, stepping down now but still not finished. I've got a whole other food rant ready to go.