Every once in a while, when the moon is in its seventh phase, and Jupiter and Mars are aligned, something magical happens. Ok, so I may be acting a tad over-dramatic. Let me set the scene: I had to take dinner over to a neighbor and I left Meghan in charge of getting our dinner out of the oven when the timer went off. Derek was playing at a friend's house with the instructions to return home at 6:00. Mark is working late tonight and wasn't coming home for dinner.
Sooo, I was gone for about a half hour. When I got home, the table had been set, the food was blessed, and the kids were eating. Meghan apologized for not waiting. Are you kidding me? And then, to top it off, when they were done, Derek clears the table and tells me he's going out to mow the lawn. Um, ok, but who are you and what did you do with my real kids?
I'm not crazy enough to think this will last, but it's nice to be reminded every once in a while that I have good kids (even if I still had to clean up dinner).
