Find out what happens when you take a formerly working mom, mix in a bit of OCD, a dash of cynicism, two and a half helpings of rambunctious children and a hint of a husband who works long hours away from home. Shaken, not stirred!
Last night I did what I ordinarily do around eleven o’clock. I shut down my laptop computer and put it away, then closed the book I was reading and set it on the lamp stand next to the sofa. I brought my water glass and my wine glass into the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. While my husband went outside to smoke his last cigarette for the evening, I climbed the stairs and readied myself for bed.