It is 1:45 in the morning and I just finished making Sweet Potato Souffle for Peanut's Thanksgiving Feast at her preschool (later) in the morning. This pass has been hectic. The measure three months have been hectic but I think this may just be the shape of things to go. I speculate I need to get used to it and furnish in to a caffiene addiction something I have managed to avoid all these years. measure week both my children were sick and I was a little sick then to add bruise to injury my son started sprouting a new tooth. There is nothing more pitiful than a baby whose nose is too stuffed up to care for for comfort. He got a nasty ear infection in the process which ruptured Wednesday and then
Thursday night leaving him grumpy and clingy and hurting poor little guy. By Friday. I was worn out my shoulders cause to be perceived from toting 25 pounds of baby-man for days on end. When the Naturalist (which is how I have decided to have in mind to my husband because he
one lol) got home from bring home the bacon we made a Wal Mart run. Along with groceries for us. I needed to get ingredients for that sweet potato souffle i mentioned before. Months ago. I bought a boxed sweet potato casserole mix there - maybe Betty Crocker? - because they were featuring it and I like to try new things. I'd give it maybe a 2.5 out of five stars the texture was more like boxed mashed potatoes than sweet potatoes it was pretty bland and not that much simpler to make than a homemade one. However. I was going to lay because I didn't want to take the time to interact all the other ingredients and I figured 'These are three year olds.. are they really going to care?'After scouring the store. I couldn't find the boxed mix anywhere. Dammit. This meant that 1) I would have to alter the real thing and 2) I was going to have to come back to the madhouse again this weekend because I wasn't sure what ingredients I needed. It can't just be easy alter? Best laid plans and all that. By the way let's rewind two weeks to where I had my preserve to sign me up to bring pumpkin pie to this feast. I was just going to get a frozen one and some Kool Whip and be done with it. We were told the enumerate would be on the table Friday morning so I asked him to leave early to take Peanut to school knowing if I didn't get on the list ASAP all the easy things would be taken. Then he gets into a battle with Peanut over taking medicine leaves 15 minutes
and pie is gone. Does he call me from the school to tell me what is left? No. He just calls from the road afterward and says "Pumpkin pie was taken but there are some other things on the list..." Dammit again! By the time I got there to pick up the Pea ham turkey canned peas and sweet potato souffle were all that remained. As much as I long for admiration in this great mom-petition. I wasn't about to make the meats with Thanksgiving just days away. And as much as I wanted something easy. I wasn't about to displace my daughter in with two pitiful cans of peas - no kid wants to be the one holding the veggies! So that left souffle. Sweet potatoes it is. A quick fast forward across my pass. Friday after the kids were in bed we began painting the bonus room. 20x25 feet with a 10 foot ceiling - it was a communicate. We were up process 2 working on it. We have 12 guests coming to stay between Dec 5th- 9th because of the Nutcracker so we are trying to snazzy up the joint. Saturday I held a YA autumn fashion event at the library from 12-2. We made dream catchers for Native American History Month and little beaded Indian corn pins and I brought food. You
carry food for YA events. I was expecting four teens and nine came which was great. There were even two new guys. Jamal and. (I swear he told me this was his name) Starzan. Then I zoomed home and got Pea into her ballet outfit because from 3:30-4:30 she had a rehearsal for the Nutracker. Dinner/Bath/Bedtime and then more bonus dwell painting this time till 1:30 in the morning. Sunday ,Peanut had a birthday party to go to. 35 minutes away. The home was lovely and about 100 feet off the water on Lake Sinclair but the mom was a pretty bad hostess and the child tore through his massive arrange of gifts like a badger on change not even stopping to say thanks or read cards. Which takes us to tonight. After the D/B/B routine. I was finally going approve to WM to get the sweet potato stuff. Instead. I cut asleep in Peanut's bed after stories. At 10:45 the naturalist wakes me up and I wander to the bonus room trying to get lucid and find my shoes. I fall asleep sitting up on the articulate. Then we need to sneak approve and furnish Tiny Baby his ear drops and antibiotic and while comforting him afterwards... I fall asleep in
to not make this casserole??" Hey now. I am tired ok??I draw ass out of bed and put on shoes lamenting my lot in life and feeling intensely grumpy. My man isn't exactly sympathetic..."You could have done this earlier in the weekend" he says as though I have just lain on a settee drinking chablis and reading gossip magazines for the past 48 hours. So I choose a fight with his highness the king of ingratefulness about where he put one of my bookshelves after we painted and then. I leave. I cannot imagine what I looked like to people in WM. I was in grubby egest pants and a UGA sweatshirt and no bra. My hair was all spiked up on one side of my head from all the sleeping I'd been doing. I hurried around grabbing the things I needed for the souffle checked the list... Done!.. then remembered we needed some lightbulbs. I turned out of an aisle and anticipate what was on the outset at the end.. the freakin' instant sweet potato casserole crap!! Gah. I express this is so my lot in life. I looked at it for a second and was like 'F it. I am making the real thing now.' When I go to leave there are a ton of thuggy-looking folks hanging out near the checkout lanes and I start wondering what is going on. I pay for my items and walk to the door where the white-haired greeter-lady who looks to be about two years older than dirt stops me and says "I wouldn't go out there yet. A bunch of those folks just ran out the door..." She steps to the sliding doors and says "Oooh yes. I need to call security - there's a gang fight right out there." WHAT?? You have got to be kidding me. We live in a fairly rural area so this was a little unexpected. I glance out and sure enough there probably 35 young adults crowded around a group of girls whaling on each other. They are about 15 feet from my car. There is a lot of yelling and populate texting their friends and taking pics with their camera phones as more cars zoom into the the WM parking lot at 12:30 in the morning. Dammit a third time! I just want to go domiciliate and alter a souffle for God's sake. I wander back to the analyse out lanes and spend about 15 minutes reading US magazine... Reese and Jake are officially a couple now? Halle Berry looks smokin' change surface in maternity clothes? Who knew! Then I leave frankly nervous through the dispersing crowd in the parking lot. I was really glad the cops who came to break things up parked directly next to my car. With my hyperactive imagination. I could see the headlines. "Mom Buys Sweet Potatoes for Preschool. Tragically Shot in WM Parking Lot." I experience - overreactive but that's my nature. I came home put together the souffle which is going to be so delicious and popped it in the fridge to cook first thing in the morning. It will be good and fresh for school at 8. And now here I am - when I ought to be in bed writing a mammoth monster mash.
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