I have not blogged for the past two days. Why? Because Mommy had a temper tantrum.
Yes, on Wednesday night I stood in my kitchen and said, “I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to make dinner. I don’t want to do dishes. I don’t want to clean.” In my memory I crossed my arms and stamped my foot like my son used to do when he was 3 and screamed, “It’s not fair!” At least that was what was going through my head at that very the moment.
So, I didn’t do it. Any of it. You know what? No one noticed. My son had an orchestra concert that night so we stopped and picked up Mediterranean food on the way home at 9:15. Dolmades, baba ganoush and falafel were a huge hit. Everyone was happy. There were no leftovers for lunch the next day but my son said he would find something.
No one noticed when I went to bed at 10:00 pm while they finished up getting ready for school the next day. I was watching Drop Dead Diva on Netflix when they came up to bed. I knew the Committee of Sleep would work it all out and I would be better the next morning.
I spent most of Thursday morning arranging hotel and Advanced Dining Reservations for the #DisneySMMC Conference in 6 weeks! I love doing that. I didn’t vacuum, sweep or clean the kitchen counters. Then I was off for an afternoon of dancing for my daughter.
On the way to dance I realized I never put dinner in the slow cooker. I called and asked my partner if they could run home and put the pork chops in the slow cooker. When they asked what to do?
“Google it. I don’t care what you do but there are potatoes, carrots and pork chops in the fridge,” I answered. So unlike me. I have a plan months in advance!
I arrived home about 4:30 pm and began reviewing what was happening in social media while I was gone. I looked over at the slow cooker and saw the steam on top of the cover and said a silent thank you that dinner was cooking. At 5:15 pm my partner came home to pick up our son for Science O practice.
“Did you change the setting on the slow cooker?”
“No, I haven’t touched it. Why?”
“I put it on warm not low.”
So, the food had been on warm for 5 1/2 hours. Sigh. Pork chops and potatoes into the garbage can.
Off they went to Science O practice. I don’t have anything thawed. I could pull a bag of soup from the freezer but “I don’t want to.” Then I got a text.
What do you want me to pick up for dinner?
I don’t care. I am not making a decision. (Did I just give up control?)
We had subs for dinner. No one noticed that I hadn’t cooked for two days. No one noticed that I hadn’t swept the living room or dusted. No one noticed….