Tonight (like many nights) consisted of me trying to cook dinner with two needy children underfoot. One crying for my attention, the other just full of lots of questions for me to answer. (Why is dinner time always so rough – it’s like the children really do start acting up right when it is time to start preparing dinner!) And I’m not crying…I’ve just been peeling onions…
But the Swedish meatballs over pasta with a side of green beans were all worth it. And I really was just peeling onions!
(Greg was a little worried when he heard Bree crying and came downstairs only to see me “crying” too. I think he thought I’d lost it and really needed a break. I was happy to see him so he could hold the baby though.)