In the past two weeks, my baby girl flew the coop and flocked off to Kindergarten, I went on an adventure to the Big Apple, and dipped one toe back into the teaching pool…
All good things, but I’m left feeling a little worn out.
And when I’m tired I do moronic things. Much to the amusement and/or horror of those around me.
Like making spaghetti sauce sandwiches for the kids.
In a tired stupor last night, I mistook the spaghetti sauce jar for the jam jar.
For some reason the kids weren’t overly enthused about cream cheese and spaghetti sauce sandwiches in their lunch boxes.
They’re picky like that. Ingrates. 😉
