Aurgh! I hate preggers hormones, I really do! I've been frustrated
all day, and its all in my mind, and I cannot seem to DO anything about
it!
Lets see, this morning, I got anxious over Michael waking up groggy,
but the wise man chose not to be critical at me over it for a change,
even if he did break my sunny side up egg yolks, and over cook them.
Then I got frustrated at the children for watching Sinbad,
instead of being outside in the sunshine (of which we've had very
little of this year so far), so I chased them out the back, and then
took myself out the front to garden by myself while Michael organised to
print the Sunday School lesson.
Two and a half hours later my back is killing me and I'm feeling very
tired, and all I've done is cut back the hedge that lines the drive way
on one side (not the top, though, I'm not tall enough, and didn't trust
myself on a ladder), weeded the garden on the other side, and weeded
the little garden that is in front of our picket fence beside the side
walk. Not happy because it took me so long, I didn't consider I'd done
enough to cover two hours worth of work, and I was too tired and sore to
do any more.
Come inside to Daddy finished to Sunday School lesson and making his
and my lunch, Malachi and Hadassah finishing their lunch, and Phebe in
bed with her bottle of milk, already asleep.
I grump the children to their respective rooms, each with an
apologetic kiss, and flop down on the lounge chair, first removing my
trakky dacks, which I felt sure were covered in snail goo, and trying
not to think of the state of my feet (I passed the morning activities,
as I almost always do, with bare feet).
Michael comes in with lunch, salad sandwiches, and we watch Boston Legal as we munch. I start to feel a bit better.
After lunch I come into the study and check my emails for surveys,
minti, and anything else I might have gotton while Michael washes up the
lunch things and then drives off to the church to print out the lesson.
I discover I have very little to do on email, so I pop over to ebay,
where I am trying to get some pretty jewelry at bargain prices for
Christmas presents for the female members of my family, and chuck a mild
hissy fit over damn predators who out bid you at the last second.
When Hadassah and Phebe appear from naps, I decide to make up for being so impatient I shall make an Arabian Chocolate Cake
with their help. So out comes my ever worshiped electric mixer, and I
bung all the ingredience in that while Phebe watches, and Hadassah
greeses up the cake tin. Into the over it goes with the satisfaction of
knowing its a damn fine cake. Malachi is called out of his room (where
he is playing Justice League Heroes
on the PS2), and they each get an item to lick clean for me. They did a
very good job, and there was minimal fighting over them.
By this time Michael has gotten home, so I turn the timer on for the
cake, and join him outside, where he gets out the electric hedge trimmer
(and ladder) to finish the front and back hedges, and I get out the
lawn mower to do the back lawn. Its going to flipping well rain on
Monday again, you see, and the rain is growing like silly buggers, so we
have to do what we can when we can.
After a minor ultrication with the grass catcher half way through the
job, and blowing up at Phebe for gardening my basil seedlings
(AGAIN!!!!!) I finally get back inside to discover I'd forgotten about
the cake. . . I wanted to cry by this time . . . I pull the cake out,
gently ease it out of its tin, and leave it to cool.
When I come back to it about 20 minutes later (during which time
Michael accidentally cuts through the extention cord for the hedge
trimmer, and has to dash to Bunnings to get a new female end so he can
still use the damndable thing) I come back to the cake, put the icing
on, and cut it. No complaints from anyone, infact the pieces disapeared
very quickly, but I will say that my piece was a little burnt on top,
and rather dry on the inside. *sigh*
I finally decide to make dinner, because even though Michael usually
does it he has worked very hard all day, and was not finished yet, so I
put on Coq au Vin,
but instead of cooking it in a slow cooker, I cook it fast in the
pressure cooker. It still tastes really, really good, and its comfort
food, for all the pain and frustration I've inflicted on myself today.
I am still frustrated, but mostly at myself, but the comforting
thoughts at the moment are firstly dinner should be a damn fine meal,
and secondly, tomorrow is a new day.
I probably wouldn't have done so much if I hadn't been so irate. I tend
to push myself a little bit harder than normal when I'm unhappy. But
today everything is alright again. Pheeuuh!!
Ha! Sleep? No! But that's not a pregnant thing, that's a Phebe and
Malachi needing cuddles in the middle of the night thing and then Mummy
not being able to settle afterwards, but this has been going on for a
while.
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