The good news is that Troy gave me free time yesterday by taking the kids on an outing.
The bad news is that they went crawdad fishing.
The good news is that the kids totally loved it.
The bad news is that they want to go more often.
The good news is that they figured out how to catch a ton of crawdads.
The bad news is that they caught a ton of crawdads.
The good news is that my kids and I had something to do on a Sunday afternoon.
The bad news is that it involved me cooking and peeling more crawdads.
The good news is that my kids were overjoyed.
I think I'll end it there.
Apparently the kids spent the ride home talking about "how delighted mommy will be when she sees how many crawdads we're bringing her!" and that I would "faint with joy!" I am a very good faker. It makes me laugh that I will go to a restaurant and pay good money for crab legs, which I love, but something about the crawdads makes my skin crawl and I cannot bring myself to eat them. I'm getting better at cooking them without fear and ripping them to pieces without making a face. We're coming along. And Bitty tells me that "crawdads are DEE licious." I'll take your word for it, sweetheart.