As wife was cooking dinner Anna said: “Mommy, what’s that disgusting smell. It smells like poo. And oranges.” Then during dinner she insisted on wearing a blanket over head so as to not smell the dinner.
Aaaaand I’m spent. Getting up at 5:30 every day this week was getting up at 4:30. I’m dead now. Thank you daylight savings!
Therefore: status update = post.
Good night! (Real post tomorrow!)