This evening we frantically packed a bag for The Princess because she is going on an overnight ski trip with:
As soon as The Princess showered I began braiding her wet hair as quick as I could.
The Pixie climbed all over me begging for mangos.
The Pirate watched his alma mater on the TV and chimed every two minutes that he too was starving.
The Pearl had her say as well. Not surprisingly it was loudly about food.
However, with this broken:
and oddly enough, this broken too:
they were keenly aware I had not started their dinner.
This could be a stressful moment, but I had an ace up my sleeve.
Dinner was going to be graciously delivered by:
So while Mr. Right dressed to leave for an appointment and fed The Pearl simultaneously (ain’t he a talented guy?) I braided that long, wet hair and wasted no energy on dinner preparation.
Instead I sat amidst the hungry chaos and pondered briefly a little thought that went something like this:
I love my little universe!