After 30 minutes of steaming, I peeked at the tamales and found a giant soupy mess. I forgot to add the eggs to the batter. Ugh! Into the trash and quickly come up with something else to serve. At least it wasn’t Christmas dinner.
My downstairs floor is a minefield of toys, clothes, dishes, shoes etc. from one end to the other. At least it is hiding the fact I haven’t mopped or vacuumed.
I fought this cold valiantly with Cold-ease and ginger/honey tea for three days, but it has finally beaten me down. At least the guys are finally getting better.
I should be in bed, but I can’t because I am “Super Mom”.
Yeah, me too. (I swear those guys have a camera in my house sometimes!)