After Julian got to bed, I put the potatoes on to boil, talked menus with the hubby (didn't get very far with that), and went to the grocery. So I didn't start cooking until about 10pm (other than the potatoes). I made:
- Gefilte Fish (not fritters...if there's time tomorrow, I'll make fritters too)
- Mina de Espinaca (see previous post for link to recipe...I'm too lazy to go find it now)
- Mushrooms in wine sauce.
- Fresh-squeezed lemonade
For Saturday lunch, we'll have Salmon, which I should be able to do when I get home tomorrow. Seth said he would roast the chicken during the day tomorrow for Sat. night. I couldn't do that tonight, because it's defrosting.
I also swept and swiffered the kitchen floor. Because, you know, the cleaning lady is coming tomorrow. Heaven forfend she see my dirty floor. What on earth is wrong with me??
Julian's only woken once tonight, B"H. Hopefully he's back on track after this. My teeth hurt like the dickens, so I can't even imagine what he's going through. I'm going to go take some codeine and pray for death. I mean sleep. I'm going to pray for sleep. Preferably pain-free sleep.
I'm not going to stress about getting too much time in tomorrow. I probably won't get there until 9ish and I plan to leave no later than 4. I'll live. I'll just probably not be checking LJ much tomorrow. I've got a lot of work to do tomorrow, but I can get it all done if I just focus for a change. I don't know when I lost my focus...that used to be just ME! Maybe it's the whole being-an-Eema-thing. I fear it actually disappeared before that. Bleh.
I just wish I'd gotten more done. I miss my "domestic goddess" icon.