things I didn't say this weekend:
we like you guys and your kids are great, but bringing an infant to a b&b and wearing earplugs so that he doesn't disturb your sleep is really not on.
Mal ,'Ariel'
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things I didn't say this weekend:
we like you guys and your kids are great, but bringing an infant to a b&b and wearing earplugs so that he doesn't disturb your sleep is really not on.
Sox, you are better than I. I would have killed them.
Ooh, mac and cheese is more chewable today. I'll try spaghetti tonight.
Things I would have said, "People like you are why so many b&bs don't allow children. Thanks for that!"
Things I would have said, "Child Protective Services will be here after breakfast."
Heh.
Yeah.
You guys made this weekend a lot better in three sentences. thank you.
Mmm. Just finished cooking my dinner -- lentil cauliflower curry. I hate chopping up cauliflower, but it's really worth it.
I feel all productive. I not only cooked dinner, but within twenty minutes of finishing eating, I had all the cooking utensils and the pot in the dishwasher, the leftovers in Pyrex, and the dishwasher running.
Now I suppose I should make my lunch for tomorrow. Some leftovers, one more vegetable (asparagus? carrots?) and something else. Maybe I'll make cupcakes.
Hil, you are indeed industrious.
As for me, I have that needing-a-shower feeling after listening to my mother go on about Jesus must be coming back soon, her Bible study leader really believes it. If she hadn't used that bit of theology to justify her steadfast refusal to live within her means while married to my stepfather - i.e. "I don't have to worry about running up credit card bills because Jesus will probably come back before it gets too hard to make the minimum payments, and if not, well, God will provide miracles, and see us through bankruptsy" - it would probably make me less nauseated.
At the restaurant where Mom and I had lunch, there was a poor mother with a sick toddler in her arms and a somewhat cranky younger toddler at her feet. Neither her husband or the grandparents were helping with the kids. I don't think she got more than a bite or two of her Mother's Day dinner.