The Friday before B’s graduation picnic, I kicked everybody out of the house. I really do admire those parents who cook with their children. I’m trying to fold mine into regular instruction so they can feed themselves (and me!). But not the day before a party.
Dan assures me that they didn’t suffer though. K made friends with a little girl with a bugie board, and they buried him in the sand.
Then they found an ice cream shop with a mermaid logo and the ice cream was raved about all the way home.
Meanwhile, I braised beef, occasionally stirred the crock pot of beans, finished the sauce for the pulled pork, organized the paper goods to go to the church, made dinner, washed the dishes, caught up on podcasts…
I think we can say everyone had a good day.