It is without a doubt, the strangest idea that people allow me to care for their children-- their children's lives, including what they eat, when sometime last week, Mike walked in and saw this, my dinner, on the coffee table:
I believe his exact words were, "nice dinner, Pele." This was exactly how it was found...not a photo set up. The lengths I will go to not to cook. Geez.
More to follow on this weekend's kid adventure. You'll find it under "Don't tell mom, the babysitter's taking a nap."
p.s. I did not cry during this week's ep of Grey's Anatomy! Figures, the one Sunday night between 10-11 that I don't wear a skincare mask.