Special menu for children with the flu....

As my children are sick, I have had a few days off.  I had visions of reading while curled up with my little, quiet, sickly children getting up only to medicate and feed at appropriate time intervals, oh, and watching the occasional movie.  Ahhh, the lazy dreams of mothers of sick babies....  DREAMS being the operative word seeing as none of the above has come to fruition.  My home could rightly be declared a National Disaster zone and the food is not nutritionally capable of sustaining life, but does rightfully sustain the whine that emits from fussy children.  Play-dough is now ground into my kitchen floor. Cheddar cheese and pizza sauce from extra cheese pizza Lunchables are ground into the dining room floor.  Chips and another yet unknown and quite sticky substance (possibly is a fruit chiller popsicle- melting of course, but yet unfound) is ground into the cup holders of the couch in the living room.  Maggie and Laura's floor is littered with corn dog peelings (They prefer the weenie to the bun!) and Cherry-Oh game pieces (which as you probably know are tiny and enter your feet similarly to tacks when stepped upon-yes, from experience...).  My bedroom floor hosts a trail of oreo cakester crumbs, which feel eerily like moon sand, and quite possibly could contain a mixture.  Ann Cherie's room is the only room oddly unscathed, but I must admit a few punching noises and minor screaming matches with words like, "Mom, she's in my room AGAIN. I just want to knock her out." with replies from me of, "She's three and sick.  I'm coming!" did their best to aid in this cleanliness factor. So literally, you cannot walk through my home without slipping or dodging or saying, "Ugh, gross.  What is on the floor this time, girls?"  I dare not walk around without my dearfoams!  I have subsequently spent all day with the broom and a wet rag in hand.  In with cleaning floors, cleaning tables, cleaning babies.... out with the movie watching, reading, and cuddling with kids.  I know what you were thinking... What is she feeding these sick babies?  Corn dogs, Lunchables, popsicles, oreo cakesters, mac-n-cheese....?  What a terrible mother!!  Well, I might have had more time to actually cook if I wasn't spending so much time cleaning up what I managed to put on the table, or what I at least began by putting on the table.  So much for mother of the year!  But I have found that these cabinet staples have aided in the fussy, whiny department!  So who's the smart one now?  Right?  OK, I know. Not me.  Already went there...I know...  Those rugrats, I swear!