On the fifth day of Christmas my children gave to me...
five meals that someone else brings (my palate is ready to move beyond frozen pizza and caesar salad).
Four swearing words (don't worry the c-word isn't one of them, Conservative especially when paired with Progressive, is even too much for this blog, although sometimes when I stub my toe or someone cuts me off in the passing lane, I yell out "Stephen Harper!").
Three holding pens (but the humane kind).
Two latex gloves (you know, to preserve my manicure).
And a nap with nobody but me.