*insert sound of crazed woman screaming*
Do you ever just want to scream? I want to scream! If I scream, it will wake up the not-so-baby. No screaming!
I have too much to do! My sister is being induced on June 9, so I have to get her baby quilt done. I started the quilting today. Maybe maybe maybe I can have it in the mail by Tuesday afternoon. Wednesday is more likely. Shouldn’t Mike take the day off tomorrow so I can quilt and he can clean the kitchen?
I couldn’t quilt tonight because I have a potluck tomorrow and had to cook something. These events always feature a lot of desserts and very little solid food, so I went out of my comfort zone and am baking ham and cheese scones. Since I’ve been busy all day they didn’t get in the oven until 9 pm. Crazy! Who bakes at that hour?
I had to do something that I could keep in the car for a few hours, so that threw out all my familiar, successful potluck recipes. I’m planning on going to Body Pump, showering at the gym, then heading straight for the potluck. My head is spinning just thinking about it. I need to pack my shower bag but I guess that can wait until morning since I’ll probably be up by 6:30 anyway.
Tuesday is my day to bring the meal to preschool. Ugh. I am terrible at thinking up meal ideas that are easily transported. I thought about chicken and white bean chili, but who wants to eat chili when it’s 90 degrees and muggy? I have no idea what a good cold weather meal would be. Chicken salad would be nice, but I am terrible at making it and one of the other ladies is the chicken salad queen so it would be weird. The meal has to be either chicken or vegetarian and preferably healthy. So many requirements! My head is going to explode!
Oh dear. I think the smoke detector is going to go off. Something spilled in the oven and I forgot to clean it and now I’m baking and blah blah blah.
Life is so hard. Woe is me.
Yeah, go ahead and slap me. I have a fairy tale life. I have no right to complain when there are people out there, people I know, with very real problems.
We went over to “our house” this afternoon and they really did have an open house. It made my chest clench up and my teeth grit and I wanted to act like a crazy lady and get everyone out of there. I talked to the realtor manning the post, but he is not the realtor who is actually working on this house and he didn’t know anything. He thought the house was bank owned and when I told him it wasn’t his response was perfect: “but the internet said it was!” Yeah, buddy. That’s what we thought too. We did a very thorough walk through of the place and noticed a lot more flaws this time, but are still in love with it. You would not believe the size of the backyard (for a townhouse)! I’m already cutting down trees, throwing down seed, painting, adding closest features. . .the whole nine yards. Too bad my brain doesn’t know how to calculate the price for any of this stuff. Assuming all goes according to plan, we will have the month of August to work on it and move in. Mike’s brother, sister-in-law and niece are coming from Sweden right in middle of August. Do you think they want to paint or go and see the sights?
I’m calling the realtor tomorrow to find out what, exactly, our status is.
You know what is so sad? On our way out to the farm for the birthday party yesterday we passed through a country road FULL of mansions. These weren’t McMansions. They were honest to God estates. They could have swallowed up three for four McMansions and had room for a five car garage. Who lives there? Who can afford that lifestyle? What do they do with all that room? I admit I would love a McMansion, but the real deal? Not so much. Unless I was going to become some sort of charity home for orphans or sick people or something I can’t imagine wasting that much space. I would like to tour a few of them, just to see what they are like. Maybe I could buy a big mansion and convert it into a bed and breakfast, only I don’t like to cook breakfast or do laundry so that plan probably wouldn’t work.
Speaking of laundry, I don’t know what was up with Erik this afternoon, but about two seconds after Mike put the clean sheets on the bed Erik puked all over them. I think he was just overheated. Perfect timing, kid.
I really have to go to bed now that the scones are out of the oven. They smell soooooooooooooooooooooooo good. I want to try one, but I guess I’ll contain myself.
June 2nd, 2008 at 1:36 pm
What about something simple for lunch like turkey or chicken and veggies rolled up in a tortilla then cut into little circles? I feed that to my little ones regularly – easy to pick up, interesting to look at. You could have a vegetarian option and serve with dip that you keep in a cooler or that you pick up at the store on the way. You could even use whole grain wraps and low fat cheese & dip.