It’s Thursday morning. I’m in the bathroom doing my morning things. Time to flush and mush!
My kids haven’t had a full day of school since last Friday thanks to winter storm Wilfred or whatever. Today’s the day, though. They are back in session, baby. A productive day awaits. I might even get a chance to scrub the tub. I’ve got ricotta cheese and turkey meat. I’ll be making lasagna for dinner. Cheese. Oh yeah.
I flush, wash my hands and go pour coffee. The radiators are scorching. But outside, it’s five flipping degrees. I tell my middle child to “put on freaking coat.”
BAM! Middle child slams the door as he leaves to catch the bus telling me how horrible I am for making him wear a jacket.
And returns through the same door three minutes later to tell older brother, who’s standing there with three pieces of bread clenched between his teeth, …