I did manage to cook a few times this week. After more than a month of spaghettio's and happy meals, I figured the boys could use some decent food. So dad dealt with a screaming baby, we finally ate something decent, and I feel a little more human again. Mind you, it was nothing fancy, just calzones one night, meatloaf the next, but I haven't kneaded a dough in a while and it felt good. It's funny the things you miss when you get too busy.
B has his fall vocal program at school tomorrow night. He has a speaking role with 5 lines to say. He is super crazy excited. He has been home sick all week (104.6 degree fever) and so we have been rehearsing a lot with all the time on our hands. We'll go out for ice cream afterwards to make a big deal of it. It should be a fun night.