So it seems that I have all but given up the list making. I haven't done it for days, and I mean really, I haven't made one and failed to record it, I just haven't made one up at all. I chalked today up as a wash before it even started because I was having brekkie with TT and I figured we would eat until close to pick up time for the High Schoolers. We did and I decided to stop into the Mortgage Man's office to inform him of my updated employment status. It didn't really leave me much time to do anything else before grabbing the kids, or so I thought. As I was meandering home, I remembered that TJ's is close to the pick up point for the kids, so I went grocery shopping. It turned out to be a great plan, I had enough time to shop and be on time for the kids (there were 5!) and Prima and I made a kind of spontaneous bolognese for dinner, which was delicious, and we made the whole thing up. We used up the sweet batard I bought for the weekend dinner we never made, and she made a delicious burrata and tomato salad. It was wonderful, and I enjoyed cooking so much with her. I also attempted macarons earlier in the day, which didn't come put perfectly, but I did it without a stand mixer and didn't give up when the sifting methods I tried didn't work.
This whole long description of the day ties into a discussion TR and I had yesterday. I kept telling him that I was sad because our house is so small and cluttered and he was trying so hard and lovingly to help me find solutions to the problem, but all I could see was the problem. One of his solutions was that if I wanted to cook fabulous concoctions, I should just do it instead of fussing about what I don't have. Well he was right, When I decided to make the macarons, I almost gave up several times, but I kept reminding myself that it didn't really matter if I succeeded, at least I tried. Even up to the point that I realized that I was supposed to let them sit for an hour before baking. I had to go to the vet, and drop kids off and pick TR up. So I just left them to sit until I got back. And they didn't turn out half bad. TR was absolutely right, and after I did these simple things, I was able to find my way back into joy and contentment in my household. We even had a family brainstorming season at dinner on how to help Primo remember to keep ALL of his grades up. It was a wonderful evening, the kind of evening that makes me feel glad to have been born and to have lived the life I have lived so far, because it brought me here, right now.
With that, goodnight (tomorrow, I really am going to try to start earlier).
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| Clonmacnoise, Ireland |
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