Guilty

A few years ago, a friend accused me of going to have servants in the future [oh, my, that sentence is impossible to get right]. At least, he used an accusatory tone about it.

He's right. We do have a nanny and I keep talking about hiring a house cleaner.

But we've now taken it one step farther; our nanny is cooking dinners for us. Frankly, I have no idea how she manages to watch two children and turn out dinner, but she has some kind of magic she uses (she also cooks professionally, so she is probably way faster at preparing meals than we are, but, still). It is *incredibly* nice to come home at the end of the day and just have dinner there - we actually all sit down as a family and eat together instead of feeding Turing while grazing out of the fridge. She even does the shopping for it, so I don't have to think about anything.

And then there are leftovers to take for lunches. In fact, there are so many leftovers, that I am barely cooking at all. Cooking has become kind of a treat and I put more effort into it when I have the chance. I spend far more time doing dishes than anything else in the kitchen. Usually, I claim I want to cook and have someone else do the dishes, but I AM NOT COMPLAINING.