On My Prayer Time Being Interrupted Again

Me: How come you can sit here and drink your coffee and watch TV and the kids leave you alone, but if I go sit down to drink my coffee they gravitate toward me like I’m a magnet?
Justin: There’s still an invisible umbilical cord.
Me: *facepalm*

Remember when I was pondering if I was allowed to enforce Mommy Quiet Coffee Prayer Time, with how young my children are?

I came to the conclusion that for me and these children, now, it’s not something I’m willing to enforce. Still, sometimes an opportunity presents itself for just-me quiet time, and I try to take it. This morning, for instance….

Canisters

(Why I love them and why I hate it when my kids touch them.)

Canisters. A humble fixture of the pantry—or the counter top or baker’s rack, depending on your setup.

I like using them for a few reasons. First of all, they’re more air-tight and easier to track how much is left inside than a folded-over bag. It’s easier to measure flour, with a light hand and without making a mess, from a canister than from a paper sack. I buy dried rice and beans from the bulk section at Sprouts, but I prefer…