On days like today, I question my own sanity. If the title didn’t alert you to it, I just finished making lunch. For seven children; my own four and my sister’s three. As we stumble through this quarantine, I have started watching my sister’s kids again as both her husband and herself are still working.

The last few days have been oppressively humid and I was loathe to turn the oven on or use the stove. I decided to go with a solid staple and make everyone peanut butter and jelly. It was not as easy as it sounds.

I should have been able to just slap together seven sandwiches, right? Well, I was woefully mistaken. For my own I needed one peanut butter half sandwich, one peanut butter, one jelly, and one peanut butter and jelly. For my sister’s I needed to switch bread, peanut butter, and jelly. Then I had to make one peanut butter, one jelly, and one peanut butter and jelly.

How did making peanut butter and jelly for lunch get so complicated? Oh, well. At least they are all eating happily. And it’s afforded me the first time in a while where I could sit down at my computer and write. Now if only they would eat a little slower.