I am amazed how there is a certain balance to your life and how easily it can be ‘disturbed’.
Like all families, we have our little routine at night. Hubby normally cooks supper while I potter around and sort out bags, children and lunch boxes for the next day. One of us then bathes the kids, we eat supper and dispatch them off to bed. And switch on laptops.
With my later nights at work lately, things have been a little awry. Not crazy, DH has coped extremely well (better than I would have!) But I just don’t have a hold on things like I used to and there has been a little more running around than usual in the mornings.
He mentioned last week that he’s a bit tired of cooking supper. Which kind of went in the one ear and out the other. And of course he thought I heard ‘please cook supper’. So there was a difference of opinion and a little bit of growling tonight.
Cooking more than one thing at a time completely freaks me out. Ask me to do a Mac and Cheese or a lasagna or a shepherd’s pie and I’m cool. Because once it’s in the dish my work is done. I can even manage a nice spagbol. But this falling about trying to sort out 3/4 dishes? Haikona. And then I still had to make something vegetarian tonight as I don’t eat red meat.
I also can’t stand those cook-in sauces as I know how much crap is in them, so I insist on making everything from scratch..
So, the last few days I have been doing a lot of the cooking, but most nights we either eat late or I burn the food. And we run a tight ship.
And now I have to figure out what’s for supper tomorrow night. Any ideas?