Blogging the Menu: Day 88

This morning I woke up to a 4 year old barfing in his bed.  That is not a good thing.  No idea what set him off, but he's been fine all day since a few dry heaves before breakfast.  Color me relieved, because if there's one thing I hate it's barf.  It's smelly, slimy, and with this particular boy?  Everywhere.  He's a crap barfer.  Never hits the bucket, or thinks he's done when I know he has 3 heaves left, tries to put down the bucket and then spews all over the place.

I hope you weren't eating.  My bad.

Today was a rest day, unintentionally.  I was going to run the Two Rivers 10-mile but couldn't get a sitter.  After the barf incident I wouldn't have gone anyway,  which is okay because after the last few days my ass is pretty sore.  I did some mom stuff.  Laundry, cooking, baking, knitting. I'm so fucking domestic.  I did not, however, clean anything.  It's okay, I can't keep it too clean around here or my husband gets suspicious.  Later I have to wash the children.  I'm not looking forward to it.

On to the menu!
Breakfast was banana pancakes again.  Mostly because I had one banana on the edge of overripe and the griddle was out.  I made chocolate chip pancakes for the kids by special request, so I figured might as well get double duty.

With blackberries today.

Lunch was leftover pizza.  Next time I make this I'll try freezing it.  I'm not sure how that will go, but the recipe is too big if it's just me eating it.  I end up eating it for days.

It's good, but it's a lot.

I spent the afternoon visiting with my sister and then cooking.  The cookie dough was tempting today, so I ate these to keep from eating those.

These.  Yes I ate them all.

Those.

Dinner was the last of my scallops.

Time to hit Costco.

I've been craving sweets the last few days, and I don't really know why.  Could be stress, that's a big trigger for me.  I turned the pager off for the last time this morning at 8am.  That was a big relief, especially since the husband is working and I was staring down the barrel of a day with a barfing kid.  That didn't materialize, but it was nice to have a day off between jobs.  Not that I got anything really accomplished, but at least my work clothes are clean.

We watched Frozen last night.  I don't get it.  I mean, it's less sharp-stick-to-the-eye inducing than some other Disney movies, but I don't get all the hoopla surrounding it or why "Let It Go" is on the radio.  The lesson is still "If you're different you'll fuck up everyone's life and also you should probably find a dude, little lady.  And try to be thin and hot with really good hair, m'kay?"  Meh.

I'm planning to finish the night with this bad boy.  

Minty goodness.  With veggies.

My throat is sore as shit and I'm coughing, which really sucks.  I blame a week's worth of stressing out.  I never get sick during times of high stress, but I do right after they end.  Time for some tea.  If I can swing it I'm going to re-do 14.4 tomorrow at 9:15 and see if I can get a couple of motherfucking toes to bar.  Then it's off to the hospital for training on the second shift.

The next chapter of my life is about to start.