Stewart, that is. Though I aspired to be her, pre-conviction.
I’m working on the domesticity thing; last week I really overdid it with the transition to being a working single parent and literally made myself sick. I felt better by Saturday night and really pushed through with a LOT of errands and chores Saturday night and Sunday.
But my little family of two makes SO MANY DISHES that I just can’t keep up, and my illness had morphed into congestion, so last night I went to bed without doing any dishes.
Thank goodness Friday is a day off. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to catch up then.
In the meantime, I’ve had some culinary successes. My foster daughter, unbelievably, ate the eggplant lasagna I served for dinner last night, and tonight–though I didn’t succeed in making the homemade fish sticks that I planned–she liked the homemade bread that her cheese sandwich was on.
Tonight I made baked tofu for lunch and mac and cheese for tomorrow’s dinner. Without storebought pasta. Um, yeah. My knitting crew on Sunday helped with the week’s menu and I got very excited about their mac and cheese recommendation. Then I got to the grocery store and remembered that I’m not buying pasta. So I made a batch of my spinach “gnocchi” and mixed it into some cheese sauce and baked it. I’m sure it will be edible. Whether it will be appealing to a four year old remains to be seen.
And on top of everything else, I sewed a button on the little one’s school dress. I hope she doesn’t notice that I used black thread instead of navy.