I’ve been up to my elbows in cranky, biting toddlers, decorating cookies and cooking something “new” every night. I have 500 cookbooks – I should start making something different every night so I can hope to get through a few dozen of them before I die.
I have to go get dinner going. Andrew is napping for the first time in FOREVER and I can’t get over the eerie quiet. I love being Andrew’s mom – but it’s nice not to hear Mommy every 45 seconds followed by a blood curdling scream and/or the sound of a matchbox car hitting the front window.
I’ll be back to rant soon.