Didn't feel like eating too much before nap time.
Here's a memory: living in a motorhome for several years. Even though it was a tiny space, we always seemed to have everything we needed--and Katie and I got along pretty well (guess her mental problems hadn't kicked in yet). I'll never forget the time the box with the food in it came open while Mom was driving and a head of cabbage rolled toward Katie--she ended up in Mom's lap! Mom even took us to
I made a bigger mess of my dinner than usual today but Mom isn't pulling her hair our as much lately. It's so hard for me to pick up my 'cookies' out of a dish or off the floor that she turned a dish upside down to see if that would help. It did until I just kept dropping it on the floor. Needless to say I was exhausted by bedtime.