Sometimes, when Mr. Heather is home, I take my laptop into the kitchen, load the recipe for what I’m creating onto one tab, and linger attending dishes that really don’t need me. I check my email, chat with Ivy, etc
“Can you get the baby? I’m busy making dinner!” Cue the sound of dishes rattling.
They get a nice meal, I get something of a break, it all comes out in the wash.
So Home Eccers, the Sunday Confessional is now open. Admit your imperfections in the comments or on your own blog and leave the link below.