First and foremost, during COVID-19, I'm both jealous and grateful that Defenseless Littles aren't trapped alongside me. I LOVED being a full time Mom. But they eat. A lot. And they want. As Brandon used to ask "After the park whats our paid- for activity?"
Truth be told my kids were literally raised in the woods; free rangers with air soft pellet guns, a handful of loyal friends, and a cat named Carmella who followed each and every step along the way.
If you look out your window and see woods send your kids out to explore. Trust me when I assure you that they will come back. Strangers will not abduct your kids. Nobody wants them.
Being trapped with me is no bargain. My poor man is trapped with a wife who has absolutely no use for creative cuisine. I like what I like, and that's not much. I can (and have) lived on rotisserie chicken and Caesar salad. I need nothing more. So while Tim is glowingly presenting his chutney of the day, I prefer simpler choices, like do I use Kerrygold or LandOLakes butter on my broccoli.
Our only cat, Cricket, has moved beyond spoiled and entitled to a full blown whore. She stays only where she is immediately rewarded with praise, food, or pets. And if she is with me she gives Tim that smug "FU" look.
And we are only in week 1.
