My Manic Monday
The weekend had been full starting Friday. My folks came up to drop off a load and spend time with us. I had already made plans to meet Alan. Amy insisted I meet him. Amy is a friend from a MeetUp group, she’s a lot of fun and real sweet. We were gonna meet at a MeetUp event but with my folks coming and all it was a game of shuffle till we finally came up with an almost solid plan. Al was very nice and patient with me cause I had to keep altering the plans.
Not only were my folks arriving Friday but Kara’s friend was coming over for the weekend cause her parents were out of town and Kara had a babysitting job that was canceled late the night before. Yeah, it seemed everything was revolving and changing. It was hard to make any solid plans for anything. And to add to it the kids dad was picking up the boys Friday night and was supposed to pick up Hannah Saturday afternoon which didn’t happen but it wasn’t his fault.
Anyway, it all worked out one way or another. I got to spend time with my folks, I got to get to know Al and he’s pretty cool, there was a problem between Hannah and her dad and it still needs to be resolved but mostly things worked out pretty good. And though it was a fun weekend Monday started off as a breath of fresh air.
I intended to take a shower/bath, get quarters at the Pig, start laundry at the laundromat, go to Levi’s school and talk to his Special Ed teacher, go back to the Pig for a few groceries, then finish the laundry. Before I could implement my plan my Baptist neighbor who has visited me before with the intent of witnessing to me stopped by. I didn’t have time to tell her I was busy before she walked into my house and sat her self down. So I chatted with her a while. From my last experience with her I was aware she might not actually leave for a long time so I let her know I had plans which included a shower and she graciously left.
Soon after there was another knock at the door and it was Larry, the maintenance man. He wanted to see my toilet. The seat was broken before we moved in and I’ve had to duct tape it a few times. He got the seat size and had to go to Charlies so my shower/bath had to wait. It is very nice to have a toilet seat that isn’t taped up and poking ones butt. So, I can’t complain even though the gray duct tape was rather retro.
I did still manage to get everything done though I had to pick up the laundry from the dryers after getting the kids from school. But that was fine cause Kyle was excited to spend his two bucks in the vending machines.
When I had been at the Piggly Wiggly earlier I decided it would be nice to have lasagna for dinner. After all we had a partially used big jar of spaghetti sauce that I had already seasoned left in the frig and some ground turkey thawing. I picked up some black olives, cottage cheese, lasagna noodles as well as some gluten free brown rice spaghetti noodles for me. After getting everything done and the kids home I started dinner preparations and realized I forgot to get cheese. Levi wanted to spend money since his brother had so he got his piggy bank and went with me in the pouring rain.
Once back home meal preparation commenced. It turned out I had less spaghetti sauce then I thought I had. I usually rinse the sauce stuck to the sides with wine which tastes great in the sauce but I only had a drop of wine left so I used a berry juice. I figured the worst that could happen was that it would resemble Chef Boyardee in taste since the cans of Chef Boyardee food are usually on the sweet side. Still, there wasn’t quite enough sauce. We like spaghetti with vodka sauce thanks to my friend Chuck who introduced us to it so I asked Hannah what she thought of me putting some white sauce in the lasagna and she thought is sounded good. That did the trick. Can’t have lasagna with too little sauce now can we!
Along side preparing the lasagna I prepared my gluten free version for myself using the gluten free brown rice spaghetti noodles. Since I didn’t have to bake mine it was done first. I had made enough for two meals so I could have some the next afternoon or evening. I was so tempted to not save any because it was totally delicious! But I made myself stop and put the rest up in the frig.
The kids lasagna in the large glass baking pan was finished so I dished up three plates. I left out Kara’s cause she wasn’t feeling well and had fallen asleep. One by one the kids got their plates and one by one they each let me know how terrible it tasted. Although I am not supposed to have gluten at this time I just had to find out how terrible it was for myself so against Kyles concern for my health I tasted his food. It didn’t taste bad to me but after having three of my kids go off about it I thought maybe my taste buds were off.
I was hoping Kara would sleep through the night but she didn’t. So when she got up I insisted she taste the lasagna for me and tell me what she thought. She tasted it and told me it was good. After getting over the shock I told her the other kids said it was terrible. She then told me that Hannah, the first one to let me know how bad it was, told her it wasn’t actually that bad. Those little twerps! See! This is why I don’t like cooking anymore. It’s no fun cooking for people who don’t appreciate the taste of food.
Some folks may be thinking about how they would make their kids eat it. And I have done just that on many occasions. But after hearing three kids in a row say it was bad I thought maybe it really was bad and I wouldn’t want to be made to eat something yucky. So, they got me this time. I wouldn’t mind so much if I had a clue what to do with all the lasagna I still have left. I don’t like to waste things.
I know what I’ll do. I’ll package it up, freeze it for a while and then server it to them later.
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