Post Fathers Day Blues

Breakfast this morning matched the quality of Father’s Day this year.  Last night, Bob cooked his own dinner because I was too hot to care about food.  Today, I cooked him some really ugly oats.  Inedible, I’ve been banned from the kitchen this morning and am being “forced” to go to work.  Bob says it’s a better place for me.  I don’t know, he probably could have picked off a few good bites of oats from the burned bottom of the pan.

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Author: Heres to ART not Cockroaches

Welcome to my life. My life as a mom is changing as the kids grow up, leave home, and build their own lives. This gives me a chance to rebuild myself as an artist, develop a spiritual path, and most fun of all, start going out on dates with my husband. Come here the stories about the small things in life that can make one very happy. Dogs running on a beach, great breakfast dates, kids and their adventures, and my own adventures in this wacky life. I'll share some of my progress in learning art while juggling a full time job as an engineer. And best of all, it's a chance for me to practice writing stories while keeping in touch with my kids. I look forward to hearing from you. Comments, thoughts, and invitations to meet for coffee are all welcomed. Enjoy the stories.

1 thought on “Post Fathers Day Blues”

  1. You could have told him it’s breakfast pan oatmeal cookie! Maybe that would have made it more appealing.

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