Shalee’s Diner

Last night I came home feeling like death warmed over. Not sick really, but the sinus crud and pressure had me feeling like it was all I could do to walk up the stairs, fall into a bath to warm up and change into pjs for the remainder of the night. Those kids were going to have to fend for their dinner. I wasn’t too worried. They know how to shake a cereal box, make ramen or create a sandwich on their own. They weren’t going to starve by any means.

The Girl, immediately noticing that I was not my chipper self, asked how I was feeling. I told her and then reiterated my thoughts about dinner plans.

“Mom, don’t you worry about it. I’ll make dinner tonight! I know how to make some great things now! In fact, I made an omelette that was to die for in Foods class today!” She then chased me out of the kitchen, but not before saying, “If you want, I’ll give you a massage later.”

That Girl! I was just trying to figure out how to finagle someone into doing that very thing!

Upstairs, I took a bath to warm myself, soaking in the heat and the freedom for duty for the night. As I lay there, The Boy became the go-between for any questions.

TB: Mom, The Girl wants to know how much pasta she should cook for us.

Me: (Pasta? There’s no pasta in omelettes…) Oh, ¼ to ? a box would work.

TB: Mom, The Girl wants to know how much lemon juice is in a lemon.

Me: I don’t know… maybe 1/3 cup?

He did a good job of helping The Girl prepare whatever they were eating that night.

After the bath, I came down to the kitchen to find that they had made me a can of chicken noodle soup. It was perfect. Nice and warm and full of lots of broth. As it turns out, The Girl made Fettuccini with Lemon, a full blown meal for the two of them. A little tart, they both agreed, but good.

Afterwards, since they had both finished their homework, we sat in bed and watched the first part of Return of the King. I know it wasn’t the best use of a night, but holy cow, it was heavenly to sit and not have to do anything and to not be a referee for anything either. When it was over, The Boy went to bed right away with nary an argument. The Girl talked with me a little bit and then she went to bed to read so that I could check out for the night. It felt good to settle into bed without having to doing anything else.

Doesn’t that make you want to have my kids? They could totally give lessons on how to be absolutely fabulous…  I sure do love their servant hearts and their ability to pull it together when I need them to do so.

I still awoke a bit before 3 AM. I’ve got to figure out what to do to kick myself back on track with sleep. But knowing that I did get some sleep helps me mentally, if not as physically as much as I would like. You can still call me Marshmallow Head, but now at least I’m a Mini- Marshmallow! 

Hope you all enjoy your Thursday!