My kids know things are about to get real when I have all of my Crock-Pots on the countertops and ready to use, when I get out all of my big guns, so to speak.
I seem to know when things may get bumpy because all I seem to shop for are ingredients for our favorite slow-cooked recipes. A need for comfort? The sense of ease at dinner time? Who knows, but I like it.
In typical fashion, I have once again scheduled myself to the hilt. Thanks to the calendar on my smartphone, I can now schedule every last minute of my life with reminders of both verbal and melodic varieties. A tone when it is time to wake up, when it is time to leave and time to have lunch. This is what my world has come to.
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