Days like yesterday, I don’t even try.
Dinner is noodles and peas with butter and nutritional yeast. It’s lazy and it’s fast and has a vegetable. High five.
Babies don’t get bathed. They get zipped up in the same sleeper they wore the night before and the whole day through and put right back into the crib they did not spend enough time in. A whole hour earlier than normal bedtime.
Banana peanut butter chocolate chip ice cream is made, not because of hunger but because of need.
A potato is found in the family room, which is on an entirely different level than the kitchen. A potato. I’m not even going to try to explain.
Days like yesterday, Dave brings me decaf and gently suggests I find a time to take a “mom-cation.” But since I’m too tired today (or the sound of teethy-overtired fussing is crowding everything else out), you tell me what you think my mom-cation should be. I’ll be here with my displaced potato.