As the baby of the family, I learned early on that I could usually blame someone else for whatever trouble I created. . . and get away with it.
So it's easy for me to say that my current chocolate addiction is my sister's fault.
Last weekend, I loaded up my four urchins and headed over to her place to watch her three while she and her husband enjoyed a well-deserved weekend away.
Aside from the incident in which her youngest child nearly severed a digit, the weekend went very well. I found that caring for seven children is, in many ways, easier than caring for four. And you don't have to put any leftovers back in the fridge after a meal.
As an added bonus, their cows have not started calving yet. I didn't have to go out in the cold and check for calves at night.
I slept for eight hours. In a row.
My sister didn't realize how easy I had it while she was away. She felt so sorry for me staying home with seven kids while she cavorted around Seattle that she brought me back this:
All I can say is that I'm hooked, and they have a website.
And it's all my sister's fault.