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Christina's avatar

Last night I came home from work late and tired, having walked home in cute new boots that made my feet hurt from my day at the office in my "hybrid" job where going to the office feels like playacting and just leaves me wrung out. I stopped at the store and picked up fresh bucatini, sauce, meatballs so I could get dinner on the table for my growing 15-year-old (who always requires meals) and came into the house ready to slam it together. He was hovering expectantly in the kitchen I was trying not to be grumpy as I dug through the really awkward and messy pantry nook for the big pasta pot. I shook loose a bag of cocoa powder from the top shelf that flew open and coated the entire pantry nook in cocoa powder and I lost my shit in a string of vicious expletives. I started to clean it up and realized I couldn't deal and asked him to please do it which he did, reasonably well.

Later, after mediocre bucatini and sauce and meatballs, we shared a perfectly crisp, sweet and juicy apple and he told me things were going so well for him at school right now he almost feels overwhelmed. It was the best night.

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Heather Havrilesky's avatar

I hate that I can't like or reply to a lot of these, not sure why! I press Reply and no box pops up. I'm reading everything here nonetheless. Next time I'll use the thread format, even though I don't like it as much. Clearly this hurricane of hate is overloading the system!

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