SAHM Confession

My kitchen is a disaster.  There are picture books strewn through the living room, in stacks in the dining room and falling from the shelves in Nora’s room.  And when everyone else’s toddlers are asleep,I jammie up Nora and head over to the Brotherhood for a little “late-night” visit with Dada, play in the upstairs dining area,and a giant slice of chocolate mousse pie.  (Which, incidentally, I helped to eat after giving up on my sugar cleanse after just three weeks.)