It's warm out there, 86F as I write. And boy does it feel like spring sprang forward and grabbed a bit of summer to pull forward. The bees are buzzing about, the roses are budded up and I think every tree has at the least tender leaflets if they haven't put out full leaves. It is quickly getting into the season of doing things in the early part of the day and sheltering indoors for the latter part.
Today we thought perhaps the painter might be by, but we saw nor heard anything from him. No worries. We are a side job, not his main employer. As it was, we had two of the children from The Manor here while Sam took Isaac to an appointment. And about lunch time, Katie and Cody stopped in with Bella, Henry and Caleb. They joined us for lunch. Sam took his kids home because they were going to get haircuts and then had a planned afternoon at a sports center plus an evening out in addition to all that.
Caleb and Bella ran around outdoors and played until Caleb got hot. Then he told Bella she had to come indoors. He's very protective of her and he wouldn't leave her outside alone. Bella is just four and Caleb takes his role as big brother very seriously. He knows that Bella is unaccustomed to the sort of freedom to come and go here that he has learned, and he worries that she will not stay near the house.
Henry didn't sleep a wink the whole time he was here. He smiled at everyone, accepted the adoration of all the children with a calm and happy countenance, and watched the bigger kids with a look that seemed to say he was going to hurry to catch up.
Mostly I just sat back and watched the children and monitored the behavior that was unacceptable. I don't hear well but somehow, I can hear the children when they open the guest room closet door, no matter how quietly they attempt to do so, lol. At one point, Bella said to Caleb, "Gramma said!" and I called out "Thank you Bella." "Oh, you're welcome." Little Lady enjoyed that moment of being bossy back to Caleb.
After everyone left, I went ahead and started my supper prep. I thought I'd take time to tell you what we ate this week, compared to what I'd planned.
Monday, I decided to make Beef Fajitas rather than the Chow Mein I'd planned. And that's all we ate, just the fajitas.
Tuesday, I prepared the pan-broiled burgers and served them with mashed potatoes and asparagus.
Tonight, I decided to take my chicken breasts and cut them into halves and I've 'breaded' them with Parmesan cheese. I'm going to make a Broccoli Cheese Orzo to go with them. I've never made Orzo before. I'm following a Rachel Ray recipe, just tossing in the broccoli with it on my own.
I don't know what tomorrow will bring. John has lunch with his friend/former partner. I planned to go out to have lunch with Mama. If the painter shows up to paint, we feel comfortable leaving him here alone in the house. He's worked here on his own before.
I feel as though I've frittered this whole week away. And I have! I didn't do anything Monday; we lolled about on Tuesday and when we came in it was almost time to start supper and here, we are on Wednesday with me having done nothing yet one more day. I know that this week is unusual, but I'm beginning to feel a bit antsy. I want to look back at my week and see I've accomplished something. I'll have to work double time on Friday!
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8 comments:
You have accomplished something, you’ve made memories with your grandchildren. Dont be so hard on yourself. Take care.
Sue in MN
good morning, it’s OK if it seems you’ve frittered away a little time, you are usually very productive and we need rest and down time.
Fajitas are a complete meal- protein, veg and carb- and they sound delicious! I saw a reel where they cooked them in an air fryer and I might do that soon.
love reading about Caleb and Bella and all your grands. Mine are all doing fine but I do miss those young years.
I think you had a wonderful week! May you have many more!
Some days/weeks you just have to call it "good enough". I loved your little comment about not hearing well but knowing when a child is getting into something. We have a great story like that in our family. My maternal grandmother went deaf back in the 1950s when a surgeon accidentally pinched/cut a nerve during a neck surgery. One time, a cousin of mine was on the enclosed back entryway and hit his thumb with a hammer. He said a curse word. And our deaf Grandma came flying around the corner from the kitchen and smacked him. He was shocked because he thought Grandma was unable to hear him. Turned out, she was kind of like a mostly-severed wire so that on the odd occasion she could hear if her neck was turned just right and the nerve reconnected enough. We still laugh so hard about that story.
Sue thank you! I needed that insightful reminder!
I try to share those stories because I know that many of you remember cute little things your own grands have done and it makes you happy.
We've been eating fajitas about every other week lately because they are quick and easy and an easy way to get those veggies in.
Thank you dear!
That's a hilarious story! Thank you for sharing!
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