Nothing beats it. 8pm, kids asleep. Warm chocolate chip cookies made by my husband, a Mason jar of milk in hand, Bon Iver recorded live, and swaying around the living room like a modern day hippie. Eyes closed. Free from any thoughts of the day. The chocolate chips were the special ones too. From Bayonne, France.
If you could just make her go a little slower and put the stuff in her hands...that was practically me.