an ode to the joys of inebriated eye openers!
to the things that i see only bother to acknowledge when i teeter on tipsy...
i froze five lasagnas and about as many batches of enchiladas this evening.
garlic rice and black beans cooking on the stove as we speak...
i'll be damned if i went through a divorce so that my kids can eat premade Costco meals while i work...
seven days with the kids and now they're gone with (voldemort), "he who must not be mentioned", for a week.
no little girls crawling into bed with me in the middle of the night. no 12-yr old boys wondering if he can go on the computer at 7 am. no 10 yr olds sending his little sister to knock on my door asking if big brother can play on the computer first. no laundry pile-ups. no one-dozen-egg-one lb-bacon-one gallon milk breakfasts...
i miss them already.
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