Sometimes You Just Have To Make Hamburger Helper

My husband is 8 years older than I am. He was married once before me and has 2 other grown children in addition to our 3 little ones. We get a long very well. Thank goodness. Jessica, my step-daughter, works for a company that cares for adults with mental and physical disabilities. She is assigned to a group home and takes care of 3 men. She just started back in December and I was a little concerned at first. Because of their mental state these guys can be violent. It's not something that happens on purpose. It just happens. So far she's been lucky. The guys love her. They call her momma Jessie. She's younger than they are but they don't know that. Mentally they are between the ages of 7 and 12. Anyway, She often calls just to gab. She's not that close to her own mom so I am the next best thing I think. One of the guys loves to talk on the phone when she calls. It is so sweet. I hear all about his day, the pictures he took (he got a new digital camera for his birthday) It's sweet knowing this man is my age but the mentality of my eldest daughter. Jessie loves her job and she loves those guys.

I have to admire those who can do a job like that. It would be like taking care of the elderly. I don't think I could do it on a full time basis. I took care of my dad after his strokes before he passed away. It was very hard. Sometimes though I wonder if it was harder because he was my dad and there was an attachment that wouldn't be there with a stranger. I don't know. Sometimes I get a little philosophical about things lol.

There are times when I can't think of a dang thing to cook for dinner. I know Dh appreciates a nice meal after a 12 hour shift but once in a while my kitchen stumps me. The house is always full of food and things to cook so it's not for lack of things to cook. It's either lack of desire to stand at the stove and cook or lack of appetite..So once in a while you just have to make Hamburger Helper lol.