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….