I really need to start writing down the cherished love bombs my kids toss at me like word grenades, making me swell with self-doubt and run to the self-help section of Barnes and Nobles. My family–the wind beneath (or rock upon?) my wings.
I buckled down one Sunday afternoon to tackle the weekly meal plan. But the reality of it took a turn for the worse mid-week, as my carefully crafted meal plan morphed into a meal ban, one dreadful dinner at a time.