Yesterday I was feeling quite proud of myself. I have reclaimed some of the responsibilities that had been delegated to other member of the family while I was sick. This means mostly, I am back on kitchen duty, both cooking and cleaning. My kitchen was all scrubbed and clean. My family has been complimenting every meal. I guess I got too comfortable with my success or something.
Today I planned to make Swedish meatballs for dinner. Earlier today I made the bread crumbs. I sat them on the counter to make the meatballs. I came back a bit later only to find that my children had eaten my bread crumbs. Of course I had used the last of our bread to make them. My 16 year old daughter offered to make some bread, but them got upset with me when I made a suggestion on how to form the loaves.
To top off the nightmare that dinner turned into, I tried to move the boiling water and spilled it all over my left hand. From my knuckles down to the tips of my fingers looks like it has a bad sunburn. Just red, no blisters, but it hurts!!! And my kitchen is a mess and I need to go wash dishes, and I am very aware this is a run-on sentence, but I fill whiny and sad. At least most of the kids loved dinner. Hubby is still at work. I hope he likes dinner. If not, I really might cry.
Hate days like that, especially when you're trying so hard.
ReplyDeleteKind of funny that your kids ate your bread crumbs, though. I mean, really? lol