Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Well, I started a post yesterday, to put my menu up and link to Mary Ellen's post, but then when I had time to get back to it, it was 8:30 when the dinner dishes were done (dance goes until 7:30 on Monday evenings -- our only weekly scheduled evening) and I was in no shape to think or type. It makes me feel rather old and frail to find myself so wiped out from some of my days -- Monday especially. By the time I walk in the door after dance, and Faith and I still have to eat a supper kept warm in the oven (but prepared earlier for Doug and the boys) I am completely worn out and feeling fragile. Like I could just have someone put me to bed and call it a day. But, no. There are dinner dishes to do and laundry to finish and a child to prompt (still -- at age 12!) to brush her teeth, clean up her mess, get in bed (again, and again, and again!).
Not that any of that is any different from your day, except I think I am older, and thus feeling the frazzledness (not a word, I'm certain) more. A lot more.
(As a side note, I don't know why I insist on cooking on dance night, but I do. As if I should feel guilty for getting take out or ordering pizza, like half the country does on any night. Call me stubborn, and rather stupid.)
Now that my rant, or whatever that was, is over, my menu (a day late):
Monday: Bacon Cheeseburger Pie with shredded lettuce, diced tomatoes and pickles; mixed vegetables
Tuesday: Roast Chicken with vegetables, pretzels rolls
Wednesday and feast of St. Teresa of Avila: Lidia's Meatloaf, polenta, green beans, Flan for St. Teresa
Thursday: Yankee pot Roast, mashed potatoes
Friday: pancakes and eggs
Saturday: Noah's Homecoming Dance -- probably get carry out
Sunday: Lidia's Breast of Chicken in Light Lemon Herb sauce, mashed potatoes, asparagus