Life can be filled with sweet mistakes.

In my family we tend to wear a lot of hats, figuratively, wearing a hat literally just looks odd on me. My oldest is a student, an artist, a big brother, and occasional babysitter. The youngest…well he’s testing out the Terrible Two’s…so he is less than helpful sometimes! (but adorable in hats!) My Sweetums is my partner. We are a fantastic team. We might not be as well oiled as possible, but we are patient with each other (most of the time), very understanding of each others schedule and willing to pick up each others slack, because we know that the other would reciprocate.

Last year, I had a job where I worked a lot of night shifts. I would try to have dinner at least started for my guys with instructions on how to best finish it up. One night I had put a pot roast in the slow cooker with instructions on how to make a gravy using the “drippings” in the cooker. I said to add some flour and milk. Well evidently not everyone in the house knows that the flour is in the biggest plastic container and the powdered sugar is in the smallest.

The oldest loved the sweet gravy. He has asked for it numerous times since.