It was a busy weekend with SO. MUCH. FOOD. The prep work actually started Friday evening as I chopped onions (and crieddddd) and celery and “staled” (that’s a verb) three loaves of bread so I could cube it for stuffing.
We hosted Thanksgiving dinner here on Saturday and it was delicious — thanks mostly to my mom, who promptly took over the actual cooking duties while I went thrifting. Woohoo!
I signed up to volunteer at our elementary school on our son’s very first day, two years ago. It was a spur-of-the-moment, totally emotional decision.
I could barely concentrate on my work because I couldn’t stop thinking about what he was probably doing at that very moment. He’d barely been gone two hours before I messaged a friend who coordinates volunteers, and begged her for a job — anything to GET ME IN THAT BUILDING WITH MY BABY.
I filled out a lot of paperwork to ensure I was not a criminal and/or someone who shouldn’t be around kids, and then I started working at the school’s breakfast program one morning a week. Read More