I wish I could say I am not one to brag, I'm not a huge offender in that department, but I have my moments from time to time. My dearest friends know I am the first one to call out my faults, but today is about tooting. All kinds of tooting.

This weekend I must have been given some kind of invisible super hero cape. Bill was working THREE over night shifts and then had to leave for NYC, so we didn't see him until this afternoon. In that time, I cooked multiple, from scratch, wholesome dinners(shocking, I know), meal prepped for the week, attended a birthday party with Finn where we both roller skated (it was AWESOME), took Finn to a skate park, went out to lunch with a dear friend, cleaned out the entire Adirondack room by myself, set up a painting station in the basement for the cabinet doors, and finally, scraped the paint off the Adirondack room ceiling. Whew. Breathe. There were also multiple loads of laundry. I didn't even recognize myself this weekend. I must have missed working on the Firkin...

Also, while we are still on tooting. I made chili for the boys to have for lunch this week. Finn and I had some Sunday evening. Well, friends, I turned 40-ish and my digestive system turned on me. I can no longer do things like eat beans or cauliflower without having to worry about a symphony following me around and my kids accusing me of "something dying" should, god forbid, it follows us into the car. Cruel, cruel world.