(aka: the only thing I have had a clear enough mind to experience/write about)
I finally feel like I can use an exclamation point accurately again. Yesterday Ina went to daycare and I went to couch-care. I feel pretty much back to my normal self with the exception of my appetite. I still can’t eat much yet, other than applesauce and toast.
Speaking of toast, do not buy Aldi’s gluten free bread. I love me some Aldi, but that bread is not good.
Speaking of eating, Dan and I made this bacon and white bean soup last night for dinner and it was so, so good. Dan did add his own “secret blend" of spices to the pot when I was on a phone call, but I still think you should try to recreate it. I was disappointed I could only eat 1/2 cup before my stomach said, “NO MORE!”
My stomach and Ina sound an awfully lot alike during dinner. Yesterday evening was a rough time for Little Miss. She was an angel at the post office and charmed everyone in line with her Frozen knowledge. However, on the way home she saw a cookie that someone left in my backseat and it was all downhill from there.
During dinner she just didn’t want to do anything she was told and when I was on the phone call and Dan was making his “secret spice” blend, she knocked one of our chairs over and it shattered. I am sure this is the first of many casualties our house will face from children, but it still made me sad.
After all the hubbub around dinner, I announced that we were going to bed and watching a Christmas movie and ignoring the disaster that is our house. Seriously, I don’t think it has ever been this much of a mess before - the result of three people in a row being sick and the only one who has the energy to pick anything up is instead clearing shelves left and right. You can’t even see the floor in a few of the rooms.
We watched Dr. Seuss’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas. I didn’t know much Ina would pay attention to a movie that wasn’t animated, but she LOVED it. She was slightly scared of the grinch until they showed him as a baby, and then she kept on asking where the baby went.
I had to explain to her that babies grow up, even though we don’t want them to, and then I started crying.