stirring a sprinkle of flour into the cheese sauce won’t make it thicker. Unless lumps qualify as thick. But in my defense, m’lud, it is very difficult to make a good roux sauce when you have either a screaming baby in a chair by your foot, or you pick her up and sit her on your hip. Unless you are way harder hearted than me – my brain drips out my ears when she screams like that. All she wanted was picking up. So I did, and the sauce suffered for it.
I don’t know why it’s every evening. She’d been fed before I headed for the kitchen, and had fallen asleep, so I tried to sneak out. Like that was ever going to work.
Hm. Anyway, cauliflower cheese, lumps and all, now in oven with (soon to be) baked potatoes. Wed is my difficult evening for cooking as Big goes to Brownies and Tim pops out for a constitutional (drink) with his brother. And we’ve been out all day – today was music in the morning, and village hall home ed group (Easter activities) in the afternoon. A lovely day, but a long day out, and then Big has Brownies as well in the evening.
You know, I can’t remember when I last blogged. And it’s not as if microblogging would work either – I haven’t hardly tweeted or facebooked for days. I don’t know where the hours are disappearing to. We have been more social, with time spent with C, D and Z (*waves* as C has now found the blog :grin:) and of course Tuesday evening disappears at the swimming pool. Did I mention that Friday is going to go that way as well? Big tried out for swimming club and has gone straight into improvers 4, one step down from the squad!
[This post interrupted by feeding baby, feeding us, feeding baby, changing baby, feeding baby and is now to be (quickly) finished as baby is sleeping on my other arm so I should be in bed!]
Aargh. Earlier this evening a friend contacted me, concerned that a login of mine had been hacked following receipt of an odd comment on her blog. I recognised the text – something I’d mailed to the kids a week or so back. I remembered her post, and the comment I’d intended to leave on it. How it was replaced by the other text I don’t know – some brain hiccough between intention and keyboard. Symptomatic of my sleep deprived state of permanent confusion and insufficient two hand time. Does at least explain why she never got back to me though 😉
I have so much to blog and so little time and energy to be coherent doing it. There’s updates on soa’s development (she’s found her feet – they’re very interesting apparently, started rolling further from starting positions, and is investigating her hands and what she can do with them), a little conversation on email strewing (remind me when I’ve time (say, oh I don’t know, 5 years time?)), further details on Big’s swimming achievements and some positive developments in maths confidence. I wanted to review The Thrift Book: Live Well and Spend Less
, and talk about the books optimistically piled next to my chair. I want to enter blog carnivals and follow writing prompts, post heartwarming pictures of my offspring and share crochet patterns (if I can ever deconstruct the doll’s dress in question to write it out.) I’ve got a post bubbling away on my continuing anguish and uncertainty on how much, if any, education I should be imposing on or requiring from, my offspring and right now what is bugging me most is that I’ve just blogged my way through nearly an hour of valuable sleep time. Sigh. Must get my priorities straight.
Night all.
(Oh, if there’s anything in this list that you’d particularly like me to blog next, do feel free to comment. And yes, that is a pathetic attempt at eliciting some comment love interaction 😉 )
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