I have started to feel better, more energetic. The dishes are done…for the first time in WEEKS. I have started showering on a regular basis. I looked a raw turkey in the thigh and didn’t gag.
I’m so glad to be feeling better, especially since we are moving in a week or so. I still get tired easily. I go to bed at 7. I maintain the pace of a garden snail.
So last night, Derrick went to the store for me. We were out of eggs and bananas, and in our house, the Breakfast World ends when we don’t have eggs and bananas. I was asleep when he left, and I was asleep when he came back.
He woke me up, out of a deep, peaceful 8:30 p.m. snooze to tell me that we are the proud new owners of 48 eggs.
Apparently they were “buy one get one free”.
So, I have about a week and a half to use 48 eggs, or else I will have to pack them, and from what I hear eggs don’t travel well.
Today I made pancakes. I wanted to make eggs, but pancakes were a special request from Q.
For lunch I made egg salad.
I hard boiled a few extra eggs for…emergency purposes?
I still have over 40.
I don’t know how to make a fritatta. I also do not know how to spell one.
My attempts at Quiche are sad.
There’s a reason this is not a cooking blog.
So my goals for this week are: pack the whole house, clean, use 40 eggs, and nap.
Baby Update: The baby is now the size of a fig. Huzzah! We know now that a kumquat is smaller than a fig.
Other Children Update: Today I lost Sheldon. I went in the kitchen to whip up an egg salad sandwich (ew) and when I called them for lunch, only Q showed up. I had left Shel in the living room. He was not to be seen. I looked in the play room. Nope. Not even in his tent that he sits in all the time (I think to get away from his nutty family). He was not in his room. I started to panic.
He was on the couch, curled up in a ball, holding his favorite special bunny (“May May”). He was asleep!
I heartlessly woke him up for lunch. I didn’t want to waste any eggs.