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Food Coma

Yesterday in 2 words? Food coma.

It’s true. It was an all day affair, mostly by accident.

During Sunday night, V had a major nighttime hysteria. He woke up shrieking, sounding just terrified. My alarm clock said 11:00. I had foolishly stayed up past 10 pm (which is just lame to even admit that it’s too late for me… ignore me). I hadn’t been asleep for too long and that seemed to be a disadvantage to me waking up.

Finally, I noticed what was going on in the other room and went to get the shriek monster. Oh my, was he ever upset. Tear tracks down his little plump cheeks. Gasping. Still crying. Ugh.

“Are you ok?”

“Ok Mummy”.

“Whats wrong?”

“So sacr”.

“What? What honey?”

“So sacr”.

He was ‘so scared’. Of the dark. Oh my god, how awful. Neither of us slept well after that. He was afraid to go back to his room, he kicked me when he was in our bed and so finally we went back to his room where I whispered things like this to him…

“Tomorrow? After we sleep and wake up? You and Mummy are going to get waffles”.

“Yes! Ok!”

“And then? We are going to go to the library and look at books”.

“Yes Mummy. Lie-bawee! Ok!”

“And the we’ll snuggles and watch a movie? Ok? Ok. Vincent go night-nights because Mummy and Vincent have a busy day tomorrow!”

“Ok Mummy. Sleepy sleeps…”

And so we started our day off with waffles at Waffle House. So. Good. I ate bacon (diet be damned!). I ate Vincent’s bacon too. He got mad at me and said “No Mummy! Mine!” and then I felt a wee bit embarrassed. But whatever, he’s two and I’m the Mummy. I can steal his bacon if I so desire…

And then we went home, I made pumpkin pie and prepped dinner. And forgot to eat. So on our way to pick up the last few things for dinner, we stopped at McDonald’s and shared french fries (with a lot of ketchup and a diet coke… (I told you this was the day my diet f’d off…).

And then I ate roast beef, roasted potatoes, gravy, yorkshire pudding and pumpkin pie with whipped cream and Talenti Tahitian vanilla gelato. Dude.

Food coma. I never eat food like this. Especially not in the last month. I am being rather strict about what I eat. And drink. and eat. Very strict actually. And with good results, as so far I’ve lost about 10 pounds. Holla!

(Although after last nights dinner, I probably gained it all back)

I slept like crap. So did Edward (surprisingly for a vampire). Too much food. And V slept like crap too (although he hated everything I made and had yogurt and jello for dinner, so it wasn’t the food). It was the first night using a night-light to illuminate the room and apparently that is an open invitation to wake Mummy up multiple times while Daddy sleeps on oblivious (as all of them do) to everything…

Tonight I am apparently having Food Coma Part Deux. But perhaps I will have better luck in the sleep department? Or a certain small person will??

Off to drift away on my pumpkin pie pillow dreaming of properly risen Yorkshire puddings delicately laced with gravy…

xoxo a.m.

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As requested, this post is about M.

As in, “Honey, what should I write about??”

“I think you should write about how awesome your husband is.”

OK. I certainly will try.

He is pretty awesome.

He has made me dinner every night that he has been home during his summer holiday (he is a middle school teacher). And, it is always beautifully plated. And he always presents it to me from such a great height. So I have to wait until it is lowered to my eye-level to see what it is. Did I also mention that he never tells me what he is cooking?

I also am never allowed into the kitchen. Ever. While he is cooking. All cooking (by him) that goes on in our house is a surprise. And it really is! I tend to cook the same way. It’s a whole 2 veg 1 protein type of meal with me. I make home-cooking. Shepherds pie, mashed potatoes, steamed veg, casserole…. things of that nature. It is all I can cook.

I cannot do reductions.

I sometimes burn steaks just right.

I can make magical Vincent-meals.

I make a wicked Seafood salad (that doe not include mayo). Oh, and can I ever bake….

I can’t, however, make Quinoa, risotto, a proper blackened steak of any kind. Or spell that word right. Ever. I never know what wine goes with what.

I just drink red. I figure its got to fit in there somehow….

The ceremony that goes one with M’s meals is something to be seen, heard, tasted and enjoyed.

Tonight it was Pepper Pork Tenderloin, on a bed of greens with fresh peaches with a home-made Italian reduction drizzled…everywhere…

So here’s to M’s delicious cooking, my complete spoiledness, V’s future spoiledness (once we have properly developed his taste-buds, that is), our new house and future appliances that M will cook delicious things on.

Handsome husband, oh how I adore thee…. especially…well… all the time. Can’t lie there. You are pretty awesome. And put up with my OCD cleaning. And my OCD list-writing. Oh, and my OCD cleaning.

love you. xo


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