{Whatever Works}

Megan made pancakes after church on Sunday afternoon. We had our customary kitchen fun--her making a mess trying to cook the food, me making a mess attempting to wash the dishes. We giggled at the smiley face in the syrup bottle, cleaned up the water I spilled on the floor, and had a little after-dinner relaxation listening to Il Divo while our friend Hannah gave Megan a backrub--which you would think would be relaxing, but it nearly sent her through the roof.  

Hannah and I left to return to dorms and life and homework, full stomachs and smiling faces.

Pancakes = happy food. (Yes, Dad, you were right...)

However.

The rest of the afternoon was not quite as happy as lunchtime had been. Homework ended up being a long and boring undertaking, and by the end of the night, Mary, Megan, and I needed some time away. We had a pow-wow in Mary's room that included a lot of crying, laughing, and eating frozen chocolate chip cookie dough and peanut butter.

Hey. When you're having a kind of night like we were, you just have to go with whatever works.