Food does wonders for small sad boys too. I slid an order of crackers, feijoas and a carrot under the sheet to the cubbyhole monster. And minutes later I had a happy, playing boy.
I don't think food is going to help me. What I'm longing for is a weekend away. Alone - that is - without children. Much as I love my little
devils darlings, I so need some time without them to recharge. So I'm planning, and soon, soon, soon I'll be sewing and drawing and reading and walking and sitting staring at the wall if I want to, for three or four days.