Didn't we just have the longest weekend ever and here we are again?
I guess not having any sort of schedule is messing with my head. I remember way back when my kids were in school, by the end of the summer I desperately needed them to be back, just for the routine of it. Waking them up, being at the bus stop at 6.45 am, checking HW... I didn't miss that-- just the M-F routine of it. I was thrown off again yesterday since Scott stayed home sick.
Today *is* Saturday - checked and double-checked.
The tomato pie came perfectly in the toaster oven, in fact, I think it cooked faster and more evenly. I should use it more often both for less heat and less electricity. You could tell that even with the AC on, it was warm in the kitchen, I made the pie crust first thing in the morning and kept it in the fridge until a few minutes before I rolled it out. Just 10 minutes on the counter and the butter was getting too soft. A very different experience than when Cait and I bake Christmas cookies and she warms the butter in her waistband.
I am going to the FP this morning and then--*throws hands in the air* --Not a clue. I need to clean the house, the dogs are shedding gobs of fur everywhere. I wish I was motivated to do any of that. I have to do some yoga, I am feeling all kinked up in my back again.
Right now, I am going to post this and then feed the dogs. Maybe one more cup of coffee. Who is with me?
I guess not having any sort of schedule is messing with my head. I remember way back when my kids were in school, by the end of the summer I desperately needed them to be back, just for the routine of it. Waking them up, being at the bus stop at 6.45 am, checking HW... I didn't miss that-- just the M-F routine of it. I was thrown off again yesterday since Scott stayed home sick.
Today *is* Saturday - checked and double-checked.
The tomato pie came perfectly in the toaster oven, in fact, I think it cooked faster and more evenly. I should use it more often both for less heat and less electricity. You could tell that even with the AC on, it was warm in the kitchen, I made the pie crust first thing in the morning and kept it in the fridge until a few minutes before I rolled it out. Just 10 minutes on the counter and the butter was getting too soft. A very different experience than when Cait and I bake Christmas cookies and she warms the butter in her waistband.
I am going to the FP this morning and then--*throws hands in the air* --Not a clue. I need to clean the house, the dogs are shedding gobs of fur everywhere. I wish I was motivated to do any of that. I have to do some yoga, I am feeling all kinked up in my back again.
Right now, I am going to post this and then feed the dogs. Maybe one more cup of coffee. Who is with me?