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So, what kind of domestic goddess needs a housekeeper to keep up with housework? The kind who has a non-verbal preschooler (aka Acorn) with a complicated medical history, a not quite walking toddler (aka Leaf) with a tracheostomy who's always attached to some tube or another, who cut back her full time plus work schedule to three days a week to try to get the kids to all their therapy and doctor appointments.

This is domestic goddess-hood in the trenches: I don't have several hours a day to spend in the kitchen. I don't have kids who eat everything I make joyfully - unlike in France, one of my kids has a feeding tube and the other used to, so I'm pleased as punch when they eat anything by mouth, as long as it's actually something edible.

Most photos are straight from the cell phone - I barely have time to sleep, so why would I have time to photoshop? 

And that lack of sleep bit? Leads to snarky and sometimes grumpy posts about food.

We mostly cook from scratch around here - it's not like Acorn's 7:45 bedtime meshes well with my husband's 6 pm arrival home and eating out. We've tried to eliminate a lot of the processed stuff for our health, but clearly not all of it, because sometimes McDonalds french fries just taste too darn good to pass up.