Don't worry, I'm here

So here's the last thing you need at the end of the day. You've been up since 5.30am, picking toys off the floor, and wrangling kids whose main occupation in life is to provide amazingly effective resistance to whatever you are trying to do. Or you picked a bunch of toys up off the floor before racing out the door and then spent 8 hours trying to navigate the latest non-issue invented by your overly driven co-workers.  And now, instead of heading to happy hour and throwing back a few drinks and eating the free appetizers as "dinner"...well, you need to cook. For said reluctant, non-real-food eating toddlers, dainty self, ravenous teenagers or whatever other motley crew is inhabiting your house around 6pm. Cooking used to be fun. Maybe it can be that way again. I'm going to try and help. Some days, I might have a really good tip. Other days, I might have a tasty recipe. Or I might just provide sympathy, because sometimes that's all a mom needs.