Not much to write tonight; I’m still struggling with whatever this health issue is. My kids asked me, around 5pm, if there was anything they could do to help get dinner ready today. (They volunteered! I got a little verklempt! I’m doing something right!). I said they could make some oven fries and fry up some of the hippy cake patties I had frozen the last time I made them, for burgers.
Look at the beautiful job they did, working together. They’re 13 and 9 years old. I love my kids; they have a great, close relationship and barely ever have any conflict. It’s pretty great around here, I’m not gonna lie. Proud mama bear, with a full belly.