Last evening after supper, I was alone in the house putting away clean dishes, thinking. Grandma was outside on the patio watching Jeff and the boys toss the football around the backyard. I was drying things and putting them in their places, then loading the dirty supper dishes in the…
Category: the kids
It is getting late and this must be quick. I am trying to be better about what I eat and drink, to pause and ask myself, whenever I begin thinking of something to ingest, “Is that really what I want?” and if I find the answer is “No,” or even…
Morning conversation
Me: “Another fun breakfast at home.” Jeff: “For you?” Me: “No, for the boys. I like eating at home.” Jeff: “Oh yes, another breakfast, with three nutritious servings of Yelling and Screaming. And Fit-Throwing.” Me: “And Bitching and Complaining.” Sigh. It was so much easier when the boys were eating…