Little Old Prudy Who Lived in a Shoe

I am home after my week of babysitting seven kids. Two were mine, the other five were my little sister's. I am a tired, frazzled survivor. I missed my husband. I missed my kitchen. I missed my blog, my telephone, my camera, my books, my readers, my sleep, my sanity. But now that I've been home for three minutes, I miss those five extra kids. I didn't get a chance to stop and really enjoy them, because I had so many children I didn't know what to do. I didn't give them any broth without bread, but I did give them McDonald's twice. And I didn't spank them all soundly, but I did send them to bed after a bowl of ice cream with Magic Shell every night. And now that I'm back to being just an Aunt, instead of Little Old Woman in the Shoe-Large and In Charge Babysitter, I'd like to see those kiddos again. I miss you Annaliese, Adam, Bella Kate, Jacob (maybe especially you Jacob-you naughty little cowboy) and baby Davy.

Just as soon as I get the suitcases unloaded, write two reference letters for two students, make a batch of something sweet, pick the garden peas, take a shower, rewrite my syllabus, and help the charges practice piano and violin, I'll be back to write a real post with a real recipe. See you then.