I lacked much of anything interesting to say yesterday, and I got booted off the computer by Dex who needed to do a work thing, so I cut my losses and went to bed. This morning is foggy, verging on misty, a tad moister and chillier than the foggy mornings we’ve been having all week.

Last night, being the spectacular mother that I am, I let the kids have cereal for dinner. I just didn’t feel like pulling together dinner. I didn’t feel like deciding what to pull together for dinner. And wow! My evening felt so much freer and relaxed. I made rice for me and Dex and we scrounged together enough leftovers to made a semblance of a meal.

If I didn’t have to deal with dinner every day…. It just gets rather tedious, always thinking about what six people are going to eat, are wanting to eat, are willing to eat.

Don’t mind me, I’m feeling a little crabby today. I have four kids under four years old in my house this morning and the twins are not in a sharing mood. The animal cracker-chocolate milk snack seems to be helping, but we have hours to go until naptime. And for some reason, the coffee I made this morning tastes terrible. I am drinking it anyway, throwing it in the microwave until it’s almost too hot to drink but is also too hot to taste. I just need the fix.

Ok, time to break up a mini brawl between toddlers at the piano.