Fridays are family movie nights at our house. We usually order a take-out, which most would assume is pizza, except that I have one of those odd kids who don’t like pizza. Or french fries. Or chicken fingers. But smoked salmon? Can’t get him away from it. Tofu? Give me more. Prunes? Best dessert ever. OK, so he is not that strange—we did, after all, spent the last two months declining daily requests for mac&cheese.
So back to the movie night... We usually order out Chinese or Japanese because the Child can’t get enough of fried rice and miso soup. We then spread our “picnic blanket” in front of the TV and spend the evening eating our dinner on the floor and watching a movie (more likely than not, the same movie we saw last Friday because seriously, apparently you can’t get enough of Nemo or Cars).
Once in a while, we invite our neighbors to join us for movie night. They have two girls (2½ and 15 months), and the Child plays with them quite a bit. He is the big brother they don’t have. One thing you should know about this family is that they love to eat and love to cook. Now, I love to eat and I love to cook, too, but not like they do. They are from Lebanon, and the food they cook—oh my, the flavor, the color, the taste. Amazing. So when they come over, I feel the pressure to cook instead of ordering a take-out.
Last night, I made some sweet potatoes that I could throw in the oven tonight before they come over. I mixed the salad dressing. I made sure enough cake was left from Valentine’s day to have for dessert. I got up half an hour early this morning to prep the chicken and place it in the crock pot so it would be ready when we got home after work. I felt good. I wasn’t stressed.
About an hour ago, at 2:30 pm, I realized that I never turned on the crock pot. The one that has a whole chicken in it. The chicken that was to be my main dish tonight.
I guess it will have to be Chinese take-out after all.
Long time ago, I saw a card that struck a chord with me. It showed a fork in the road. An arrow was pointed in each direction. One said, "My life." The other said, "No longer an option." This blog is about my life. The choices I make are my life. Everything else is no longer an option.
Who Am I?
I am Kate. I am married to the Husband of 10 years--a man who totally rocks my world with his mind, his body and his soul. I am a mother to Child--an energetic six-year-old who is so much more outgoing than his parents. I am a professional in the field that I love--but currently in a job that makes me yearn for more.
Expanding our family proved more difficult than we expected. After a diagnosis of unexplained secondary infertility, a pregnancy, a devastating miscarriage and then finally a viable pregnancy, we are now a family of four, with the birth of Baby in October 2007.
I have many more questions than answers, and this is my venting space.
Expanding our family proved more difficult than we expected. After a diagnosis of unexplained secondary infertility, a pregnancy, a devastating miscarriage and then finally a viable pregnancy, we are now a family of four, with the birth of Baby in October 2007.
I have many more questions than answers, and this is my venting space.
Child is
Baby is
1 comment:
Argh!!! The pressure of the visit from the friend who cooks - it would definitely short-circuit my memory too!
My kid hates pizza, too, BTW. And loves M&C (with veggie dog) and will eat nothing else for lunch (I stopped fighting it).
Thanks for your note over at my blog. The fever popped up again tonight (2 days and nights, just like you said), and I'm looking forward to it moving out tomorrow. But 10 more days of hacking cough? Oh no...
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