There’s not a lot that tater soup and cornbread don’t fix.
Grateful that I have a Moma and Daddy that live next door, so when I wake up from sleeping after attending a long, hard birth I can text and say…
“Got home at 4 AM from a 40 hour birth. And woke up an hour ago. I really just want some potato soup.
Can you or daddy please make me some
, Is it OK if I don’t come down to get it? I’m really tired and probably overwhelmed. And don’t really feel like talking to anyone. I’m sorry to ask y’all to make me something and then ask that.”
Ended up coming down for it anyway and it’s just what I needed.