I realized that my precious little chickens and husband did not deserve my crappy attitude after being apart from them for so long. It was a horrible pity party that, a day later, I laughed about. I felt I needed a break and wanted them to feed me for once! I went on and on about how I would die of starvation if it were up to them to make dinner. Yesterday, I had a meltdown about not wanting the responsibility of feeding them.
Mainly, I struggle to find the desire to cook for the family and myself. After spending some solid time in Georgia, I always have a little trouble getting back into the swing of things when I get back to Texas.
