Not a bad evening but then again....
The evening started out fine. I left work fifteen minutes early, swung by the grocery store for something for dinner. I left almost $40 lighter. How did that happen? I was just getting stuff for dinner....
O.K...I did get a 12-pack of beer
4 ears of corn
2 packages of thin pork chops....one would probably be enough but not if Owen is really hungry...
4 heads of garlic just because we were out
a package of hummus....I usually make my own but it looked good
some pita bread
How on earth does that add up to almost $40? Idon't know how I'm going to be able to afford these guys when they are teenagers. I was planning to throw the pork chops on the grill, steam the corn and have it with some of my swiss chard thinnings but right now it's after 7:00 and I haven't started anything and I'm
cross. Tired and cross. Owen slept with us last night and reminded mef why I don't want him sleeping with us. He's a noisy and active dreamer...of course that's true of him during the daytime too.
The boys were in major disgrace because of not sharing their damn playstation Indiana Jones game nicely. I turned it off and of course they acted as though I had shot them. Owen eventually cheered up after he went and apologized to Parker and Dema. Leo continues to look like a pained andsullen teenager. I was trying to sit outside and have a nice time RELAXING but between Leo's grumpiness and Owen whining because I
wouldn't get in the pool with him I gave up and came back inside feeling kind of like Leo. It's just one of those evenings that I wish my children would go away. Not too far mind you and I want them safe and moderately happy and all that....I just would like them to remove themselves from the premises until they are ready to happily fall asleep---and take all their Lego with them while they're at it.
Then I tried to figure out the fucking blood pressure machine because I'm supposed to be checking it three times a week and calling my doctor if it's over a certain number. Checked it today at the pharmacy when I ran over to pick up my mother's new insulin. It read 155/91 and I was rather embarrassed to leave that reading on the machine but nothing happened when I hit clear so I scurried out. Anyway so I got frustrated with the blood pressure thingy so Ernie picked it up, figured it out immediately and said his blood pressure was 107/63. I said fuck you but I think I did it lovingly.....kinda.
I gave up on dinner and tossed some macaroni and cheese at my children. Now here I sit trying to force myself back into a good mood. It's not like anything bad happened....sometimes daily life just takes the oomph out of you. Then Ernie and I got into a discussion about whether we could manage to have my mother live with us. It's not a fun discussion.
Not a bad evening but then again not one of our best....