And that's where it's staying. I feel like snacking, and a sink of dirty dishes welcomed us home after school today. It was empty this morning, thanks to me. I'm avoiding the area. Harold is making an omlet. Maybe he's accumulating some independence and building a sense of responsibility. I'm collecting freedom.
The good news? Next time I feel like cooking, partly inspired maybe by others' taking responsibility for their own messes, it'll still be very easy to do. Yay!
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