I could start this post with a long list of excuses to explain why there was old food in Hannah’s car seat, but I won’t. Just trust that I’m not a complete slob. My car is often a pit, but my house is decent enough if you give me an hour (on a good day less, on a bad day so much more) warning before you stop by.

Today we were in the car (yes, I’m driving again) and Hannah found a good sized stash of old dry toast and cereal in her car seat. She proceeded to munch on this food on our ride and there wasn’t a whole lot I could do about it. (Okay, I could have gotten off the highway and cleaned the back-seat, but I didn’t.) When we were getting out of the car Rachel said, “Mom, Hannah is eating junk food again!”

Get it? Junk food? I was so tickled by (and even proud of) her logic that I didn’t tell her that she was just a little off.

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Without getting into the details, I will say that all last week after I hurt my foot Rachel was extremely difficult to be around. Now that I’m driving again its like a weight has been lifted from her. She’s calm and manageable again. (I did not say perfect, because that she ain’t, but neither am I.) A sensitive soul, my firstborn, and as independent as she is these days, still very tied to me.

On the other hand, Hannah who is normally a big time mama’s girl got quite bored of me last week and started preferring her daddy. Interesting how quickly things can change. It did hurt the ego, but I must admit, it made things a whole lot easier that way.

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Thank you blogger friends for sending get well wishes this way last week. Thanks also to my husband for picking up the slack big time–including taking care of the night-time barf clean-ups.

There’s a part of me that would like to thank, here, my non-blogger friends who offered help, dropped food at my doorstep, and phoned me, but that would be a little silly because none of them know about this blog. Is that strange? I feel more comfortable writing to people I don’t see frequently. Only a handful of family members know about this blog. It does make me feel like I lead a double life sometimes. When they ask me what I’ve been up to I want to them what I’ve been reading.

What about you? Who have you told?