It’s Friday and I got to go out to dinner with my Hubby tonight.
It wasn’t big and it wasn’t impressive.  We just got to go and eat food and talk to each other without the joy of teenage children interrupting and my having to spend a million hours feeding Devlin.
I realized tonight that after 16 years of my physically stuffing food into another persons greedy little food hole, I’ve sort of forgotten the art of just doing dinner for one.
I started in 1994, feeding Sean and just as he was getting the hang of feeding himself along comes his sister in 1996.  And again just as Ceilidh was learning how to feed herself, an art that she still to this day hasn’t mastered without making a huge mess all over her face and most times on her clothes, along came Devlin in 1998 and it’s never stopped since.
I’m not complaining.  It’s just something that I realized and thought that I would make a note of.
Of course I also realized that at this time it doesn’t look like Devlin will ever be able to self feed, which means that for the rest of my natural life, I’ll be shoveling food into a hungry little mouth.


About katastrophes1

Kat is a 20 something girl stuck in a 40 something body. Mom to 3 kids, tormented and amused by 3 crazy dogs. Amateur photographer, self taught crochet junkie. Thinker of crazy thoughts. Where do they come from? Who knows where thoughts occur, they just happen!
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