My name is Jenn, and I'm a 27 year old married and babied chick. In addition to a husband, a seven year old daughter, and a five year old autistic son, I also have four cats, three hermit crabs, two frogs, a few fish, and one snorty little Pug. I work from home doing a variety of writing and even some web design. I love blogging, digital photography and web design.
Dinner was disastrous. Okay, on Monday, my mom and I talked about having everyone (my mom, brothers, grandfather, the kids, Dan and I) over at my house for dinner on Tuesday. The plan was that my mom would arrive at my house at 4:30pm. I would leave to go pick up my grandfather, and be back with him by 5:30pm. I would then make dinner – baked or broiled center cut boneless pork chops, brown grain rice and vegetables, and we would all eat at 6pm.
My mom didn’t arrive until 6:30pm. For those of you playing along at home, that’s two hours late. I’m freaking out, and I dash out the door. I had to stop for gas, so I was running a bit behind and didn’t get to my grandfather until 7:15pm. On the way back with him I call my mom and suggest she start dinner so that it’ll be ready or almost ready by the time we get back, since, you know, the kids are hungry, I’m sure Ryan is gnawing on the table, and I myself would like to eat before 9pm.
She offers to make the cake. Ergh.
We get back around 8pm. Walk in, and my mom made the cake, and surprisingly IS working on dinner. However, she’s working on her own dinner — some delicious recipe she found online that requires TWO AND A HALF HOURS OF BAKING TIME. She just HAD to make it.
Disgusted, I quickly cooked up some beef hot dogs, potatoes, broccoli and corn for Alyssa and Ryan.
The dinner was done and we all ate at… get this… 11:30pm. Fucking insane. I wanted everyone OUT by 11pm. :*(
It’s now going on 2am, and of course I’m behind on getting work done before I can get to sleep. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
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