Part of one of my jobs is to make milkshakes. Not the healthy ones with fruit and milk and yogurt. It’s messy. It’s sticky. And you don’t get to lick the spoon afterwards.
Not like at home. Where there’s bananas and frozen fruit and soy milk and three kinds of mini yogurts just because we can.
We make it before bed and after the boys are in their pjs. There’s bedtime snack that goes with it and all the things that have been forgotten to be shared after school or during supper.
Milkshakes at work do mean I’m getting paid. But milkshakes at home mean I’m getting to see people before everyone’s already tucked in bed.
Plus, we get to lick the spoon after.
Blue Eyed Sight 