Last night was the first of many that’ll find the kids and I eating dinner alone and Rockford eating a peanut butter sandwich in a parking lot. (I didn’t kick him out. He’s teaching a class two nights a week.) Even though I did plan for the children to have a sound, healthy dinner, it didn’t work out that way, exactly. Poppy wanted leftover rice and Jell-O, and Pete ended up with a fruit cup, some Corn Pops and half of my dinner.

Which is the whole point of this post. My dinner.
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