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Tonight, I have fed the baby numerous times. That's normal. I've also put away three more bags of pantry items. And I switched the hinges on the fridge so that it opens from the other side. (We moved the fridge to the opposite wall when the new cabinets were put in by my dad.)
The fridge was a simple task, but no less onerous for the simplicity.
Anyhow, I have earned my dinner. Meatloaf (smothered with pineapple chipotle bbq sauce, stuck under toaster oven broiler) and cannelini. I'd love some more veggies, but I'm tired.
Also, I'm not sure I'll suggest boy add a scotch bonnet pepper to the meatloaf again. The heat overwhelms the flavor.
Tom is holding the urchin. After contorting myself on the floor with the socket wrench and fridge door, I'm not touching the babe til I've had a shower. Our kitchen floor is scary.
The fridge was a simple task, but no less onerous for the simplicity.
Anyhow, I have earned my dinner. Meatloaf (smothered with pineapple chipotle bbq sauce, stuck under toaster oven broiler) and cannelini. I'd love some more veggies, but I'm tired.
Also, I'm not sure I'll suggest boy add a scotch bonnet pepper to the meatloaf again. The heat overwhelms the flavor.
Tom is holding the urchin. After contorting myself on the floor with the socket wrench and fridge door, I'm not touching the babe til I've had a shower. Our kitchen floor is scary.
