Another Monday done. Which means I only have 7 left. Can you imagine? Only 7 more weeks. Now, 2 months doesn't sound all that short, but when you say only 7 Mondays, puts things into focus. This was a Monday like many before it. I stayed around the house and enjoyed the quiet that is an empty house. I remember before I ever lived alone, worrying that I would be too bored without a roommate. Then I lived alone and realized I was crazy. Obviously, it depends on who you live with, but having a house/apartment/room to yourself is a very nice thing. So when Mondays roll around, I bask in the glory. I spend more time in the kitchen than anyone else, by far. It feels like my kitchen from 8am to 8pm, Monday through Friday. I've figured out that I don't need to live by myself, I just a need a couple of hours every now and then. Mondays are my "couple of hours".
I promised cookies last Friday, but we were out of eggs so the kids accused me of breaking promises. So today I got ready to make them and we were out of butter. Two days in a row was not going to fly. When the first older kid gt home, I left the little one with them and biked to the store. They were more than willing to help out if it meant cookies. I was able to use the brown sugar my Momma brought over from Texas. The cookies turned out awesome but we had to hold off until after dinner to eat them. I might have snuck* one when the Kid wasn't looking. I know I won't spoil my dinner. We had "fajitas" and refried beans and I was decently happy about the way they turned out. I wonder how long it will take me to get tired of Tex-Mex when I get home. I'm thinking it will take a good long while.
How is "snuck" not a word? Yes I know it's not exactly correct, but I can't write sneaked because I would never say sneaked. My apologies to the grammatically inclined.
I promised cookies last Friday, but we were out of eggs so the kids accused me of breaking promises. So today I got ready to make them and we were out of butter. Two days in a row was not going to fly. When the first older kid gt home, I left the little one with them and biked to the store. They were more than willing to help out if it meant cookies. I was able to use the brown sugar my Momma brought over from Texas. The cookies turned out awesome but we had to hold off until after dinner to eat them. I might have snuck* one when the Kid wasn't looking. I know I won't spoil my dinner. We had "fajitas" and refried beans and I was decently happy about the way they turned out. I wonder how long it will take me to get tired of Tex-Mex when I get home. I'm thinking it will take a good long while.
How is "snuck" not a word? Yes I know it's not exactly correct, but I can't write sneaked because I would never say sneaked. My apologies to the grammatically inclined.
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