The noisy boys choose a table while I heat up our dinner. The children’s museum is open late on Thursday nights, and while Llama Papa is away, this is a great place to hang out and play between naptime and bedtime.
I peel the cardboard off the Kid Cuisines and park myself next to the microwave while they heat up. I want to explain to the Moms near me that I really don’t give my kids a lot of frozen food. I feed them a well-balanced diet of home cooked meals on a consistent basis. Really.
Young children are scattered all over the cafeteria eating popcorn and chocolate milk for dinner, but still. I actually planned this meal. That somehow feels worse on the Bad Mother scale.
But the noisy boys are ecstatic. “Oh!” Twin B. exclaims, loud enough for the entire room to hear, “I remember these! You used to give us these ALL THE TIME!”
Yup. It was a proud moment.
update on Llama Papa -- He made it to Moscow safely after two relatively uneventful flights. He has a day to recover in Moscow, then he’ll catch a plane to Tonsk. Thank you for your continued prayers!