I am so tired of fixing meals. IF I were rich, and I had extra money to blow, I sure would consider having a chef. I guess it's not that I don't like to cook, because I do, but after awhile it gets pretty old. Or, maybe it has something to do with the fact that one of the first things Jessie asks me each morning is: "Mom, dinner, night?" I usually reply, "I don't know, Jess, we haven't even had breakfast!" "Oh," she'll say. Five minutes later she'll ask me the same question.
Bill's been having pretty good days and trying to eat regular food. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't. We'll just keep trying!
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