Wednesday, April 11th
Kind of a crappy day. Not kind of, actually. It was a crappy day. Blythe is sick. Cate and Meg are whiny. The kids are fighting because we’ve been stuck in the house due to illness for a week and a half. The girls smeared paint on the table then dropped a cup of paint rinsing water all over the floor. They used my cloth napkins to try to clean it up. My homemade mozzarella was less than a success. I dropped the lid to my Calphalon stock pot, and the tempered glass shattered everywhere. It kept popping into smaller and smaller pieces over several minutes, which was odd.
Some days you are just glad to get through.