40, 4, 400

Hello world. This is my first post, which I will follow with something slightly more interesting. At least I hope. If you like this blog, great! Come back with 2000 of your friends. If you don’t like it, just realize that I designed it with an almost totally bare pantry and refrigerator.  It’s hard to get inspired eating dark red kidney beans out of a can.

Forty-year-old mothers of four after a day of 400 badly juggled foodstuffs, homework foibles, timeouts, half-spilled large jugs of sweet-n-sour sauce, and inappropriately, undiapered bottoms cannot successfully blog at 12:48 a.m. without the risk of repeating the current day’s chaos at a higher level of intensity…the following day.

But the real reason I am going to bed is this:

There are no more Wheat Thins in the house.