Me: "Hey everyone , thanks for coming...this shouldn't take long. I have an announcement to make."
Boys: No response, no one looks my way.
Me: "I don't want anyone to be alarmed but I wanted to let you know I'm not going to be cleaning, cooking or doing laundry until I feel like it which might take a couple years or never again."
Boys: No response, although Tod did lift his chin in my direction while typing on his laptop, eyes still on the screen. The intention was there to look up but he didn't.quite.make.it.
Me: "Okay, so good luck with everything. If you need directions to the store, or want to know where to find cleaning supplies you can just email me."
Boys: Tod did respond here by saying (still looking at screen) "Awwww are you having a bad day?" I think that's when I walked out to avoid punching him in the face. I'd hate to scare the kids.
And they ate them.
[ Picture documenting food strike...this is during lunch when Lennon explained to me all he needed was apple juice. ]