Up until a few weeks ago, I had been making two dinners a night. I’d make one for the kids and simultaneously, one for my wife and me. We’d give the kids a bath, read stories and get them in bed. After they were zonked, she and I would sit down and revel in the opportunity to actually taste our food and carry on a conversation without the wildlings heaving food at us or instigating contests to see who could scream the loudest and longest.
