I spent half an hour trying to figure out a creative dinner entree to make with ground beef. Then I asked Mother and Alesia what they wanted and the result was.... burritos. Again. I resisted the impulse to run grab a hammer and hit myself in the head repeatedly.
Actually, I have felt like doing that pretty much all day.
Good thing my hammers are never in my tool box where they belong.
I am trying to live on a pretty strict food budget and yet -and yet - still fix tasty meals and always have a veggie with my meal. Easier said than done.
Last night I was just in a weird mood. We had corned beef from the crock pot, which was tasty, except the kids aren't crazy about it. I gave them re-heated fried chicken. I also made a green bean salad. Then I was stuck trying to figure out a starch of some kind. I finally thought to myself, I love Bush's baked beans. So I fixed a large can of beans. Michael and I ate a lot of beans. We love 'em.
Alesia doesn't. She had to deal.
Tonight, burritos.
See, I screwed up last time. I fixed sautee'd red peppers and onions and everyone loved that combo added to the burrito meat. So I am doomed to fix them that way forever after.
I had a bad moment this morning. I went online to certify for my unemployment and got a horrible error message on the screen. Major panicsville. No time to call.
I had to rush around and take first Alesia, then Michael to school. Traffic was horrible after I dropped off Alesia. I get back here at 8:20 after calling from the car. Mike isn't even downstairs. No breakfast is anywhere in sight. I lost it right there. Mike got a huge YELLFEST of "You're 14 years old you CAN get your butt downstairs and fix some breakfast WITHOUT Mom here. You need to be down here by 8:05! Granny is not a short-order cook, plus she has arthritis." And so on and so forth. I then made him a fried egg sandwich and barked at him he'd better eat it OR ELSE.
Yeah, thank God nobody was standing there with a video camera. Not my finest mothering moment.
I sat down to eat my breakfast at 8:30, and started crying. I couldn't stop blubbering. Coco got a lot of egg this morning.
I apologized for yelling at Mike.
I cried as I drove him to school. I cried after I dropped him off.
Later, after I calmed down, I called the DOL. After holding for 45 minutes, I finally got a human on the phone. Sanity is restored is all I will say about THAT.
Also it's been TENNIS HELL day. Nine kids on the team and its impossible to come up with a practice schedule that works for everyone.
So it's been a SUCKO day, a day when I just wanted to crawl back in bed and hide all day.
I had only one comforting thought all day: at least this isn't Chicago and I don't have to shovel snow in a blizzard!! Praying for my friend Angie up there! DANG!
