Meh
Came home yesterday, got Mia inside, took out the trash and recycling and uninstalled the car seat in my car to make Ed's life easier when he got home. I tried to get started on bacon-wrapped spinach and cheese stuffed chicken only to discover that I needed a slotted pan, like a broiler pan, and I don't own one. I thought about improvising with my baking cooling rack in a deep baking sheet, but wasn't sure that the cooling rack was oven-safe.
So instead I skipped to what was supposed to be tonight's dinner of barbecue chicken sandwiches. The chicken took a good deal longer to cook than anticipated and the sauce took a good deal longer to finish off than anticipated. Sweet potatoes are a pain in the ass to peel and cut, and don't get crunchy as fries. They weren't inedible, but they certainly weren't "french fries". I've found some tips online to help with the next attempt (which won't be for awhile), but it seems that they're just not a potato that crisps up, thanks to the sugar content. It was nice to know that it wasn't completely my fault.
And I'll admit to a few tears of frustration that dinner just wasn't turning out. I was clearly tired and sick and cranky when dinner could lead to tears. Geesh.
Ed did bedtime with Mia and while she was in the tub, I got into bed in my PJs and read. We had a little family cuddle, then she went off to bed and Ed came back to cuddle with me. We went downstairs for an hour or so, then I went back to bed and Ed went off to the dungeon office. I'm feeling so off lately and really just needed to go to bed by myself and get to sleep. It worked because when Ed came upstairs for bed, I was sleeping so hard that I was discombobulated by the ruckus of him coming into the room and dreadfully thought that it was morning already. Thank God I was wrong.
I slept pretty well for awhile, but woke up around 4 with my right shoulder hurting and my left eye throbbing. I suspect I'd slept in a single position for too long that made my shoulder hurt, and I think I'm getting a sty in my left eye that's causing the throbbing. Pretty.
I'm achy, my head's pounding, my stomach is churning, I'm tired no matter how much sleep I get. It's been this way all week but it's at the worst today, so I'm home and in bed. Bleh.
So instead I skipped to what was supposed to be tonight's dinner of barbecue chicken sandwiches. The chicken took a good deal longer to cook than anticipated and the sauce took a good deal longer to finish off than anticipated. Sweet potatoes are a pain in the ass to peel and cut, and don't get crunchy as fries. They weren't inedible, but they certainly weren't "french fries". I've found some tips online to help with the next attempt (which won't be for awhile), but it seems that they're just not a potato that crisps up, thanks to the sugar content. It was nice to know that it wasn't completely my fault.
And I'll admit to a few tears of frustration that dinner just wasn't turning out. I was clearly tired and sick and cranky when dinner could lead to tears. Geesh.
Ed did bedtime with Mia and while she was in the tub, I got into bed in my PJs and read. We had a little family cuddle, then she went off to bed and Ed came back to cuddle with me. We went downstairs for an hour or so, then I went back to bed and Ed went off to the dungeon office. I'm feeling so off lately and really just needed to go to bed by myself and get to sleep. It worked because when Ed came upstairs for bed, I was sleeping so hard that I was discombobulated by the ruckus of him coming into the room and dreadfully thought that it was morning already. Thank God I was wrong.
I slept pretty well for awhile, but woke up around 4 with my right shoulder hurting and my left eye throbbing. I suspect I'd slept in a single position for too long that made my shoulder hurt, and I think I'm getting a sty in my left eye that's causing the throbbing. Pretty.
I'm achy, my head's pounding, my stomach is churning, I'm tired no matter how much sleep I get. It's been this way all week but it's at the worst today, so I'm home and in bed. Bleh.