My sinuses are acting up again. My head feels like cotton is waded up inside my nasal cavities and is planting itself behind my eye-sockets. Everytime I moved forward lastnight my head would throb uncontrollably. So, my dear hubby said "don't worry babe, I'll make dinner and take care of the boys".
Awww....my heart melted and I thought boy, I am a lucky girl! And he did it! He went to the store and got me some good sinusey stuff to rid my head of Cottonville and he made spaghetti and fried Zucchini with some Italian bread. We even had applesauce for a little light dessert.
And I came up with kind of a cool idea (even with the sinus headache!) after the kids went to bed I popped open a can of Blueberry Pie Filling to spoon over the applesauce. Yeah, I'm a nasty, mean Momma...I didn't want to share. I was truthfully wanting to eat the can of pie filling by itself, the applesauce gave me a reason to at least put it On something!
I was in a little slice of heaven last night, despite the pain. I was feeling lucky and grateful.
Until this morning. I should know by now that everything has it's price. I visited that KITCHEN of mine yet again. By now I should know that the Kitchen is the root of all things evil in this house. It has the worst window. You can't put it up, it's only good for a view and that's if jelly from toast isn't thrown on it. It's the one part of the house that seems immune to getting a decent airflow going through it, so consequently you roast in there along with whatever you are cooking! Yay, two roast products for the price of one! Roast Chicken and Roasted Mommy!!
I'm thinking from now on, I'm going to start entering the kitchen backwards. I know it doesn't make sense yet, but give me a moment here.
If I enter the kitchen backwards, I can slowly get adjusted to the mess rather than face it all in one shot.
So, this morning I entered the kitchen after everyone had left for school and work and I took a good look around. More like a long Glare around. I know I should be feeling grateful for the dinner he sweetly made last night but yet I feel anger. Anger that there is a cutting board with Italian bread crumbs on it, anger that there is now a pan with that delicious Zucchini stuck to the sides of it still sitting on the stove. With something else marinating in it that I don't remember from last night...what IS that?!
There is a sink full of dishes...and an empty dishwasher. He (darling hubby) told me rather excitedly like it was a Major Accomplishment, "Babe, don't worry, I DID the Dishes!" Now, I'm wondering Who's Dishes? Our dishes??! The ones still sitting in grimy dishwater? Why do we have a dishwasher?! Oh wait...that's ME! hehehe
Breathe deep, breathe deep, breathe deep.
I WiLL Remember the Lovely Meal.
I will remember that I'm MOM. No one will do these things to my standard or exactly the way that I want them to be done. You know the old adage... if you want something done right than you should do it yourself. I guess I should have done it myself!
He tried, he really did and I'm not ungrateful, really I'm not. It's just that sometimes I wish that if he makes dinner that he does the whole project, not just the "fun" part. You see, I clean as I cook. Which I think makes it easier in the end. No one likes cleaning up a kitchen after they've ate a meal. So, I clean the counters while I'm waiting for something to boil and I clean the utensils right away after I'm done using them...you know, so I don't have extra work to do later. But my honey doesn't do it that way. I'm willing to bet that not many men do.
My honey is an outdoorsy, fishing, Morele mushroom hunting, camping, fiberglass working kind of guy. He wares his filth proudly!
I can live with that.
I guess that I had better be more mentally prepared when he says "don't worry, honey I'll take care of that for you"!
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Entering the kitchen backwards?! You're a friggin genious! I clean as I cook too.
Hope your sinus feels better.
- saltycoqui
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