301 Kids One, Winona Zero

(Winona)

“Ummm, Winona? I’m kinda hungry still.”

“Wow. Okay. Look I’ll make some sandwiches, okay?”

“PB and J?”

“That’s not much of a dinner…” But I’m really too tired to argue.

I guess it’s Kids one, Winona zero, on the dinner scale.

I go make enough sandwiches for them all and distribute them. So much for discipline. Now I’m letting them eat in their beds.

Another glance at the clock. Two hours late now. My patience is wearing thin. But I’m going to finish this evening on a happy note. I tidy the kitchen and put the dishes in the sink to soak.

I don’t want to use the dishwasher all the time. We make things way too easy for ourselves. Once it’s in the drainer, I go and empty the bath and get the clothes and towels into the hamper.

Then I go back past the girls' rooms and take their plates and kiss them goodnight. I tuck them in and lower their lights.

I suppose they should clean their teeth. Well, once won’t hurt. I’m not getting them up again.

I go and pour myself a glass of wine an