Saturday: Leftover hamburgers I made on friday with the George Foreman Grill.
Sunday: Beef Kielbasa, cabbage and rice
Monday: French toast from some old french loaves, eggs
Tuesday: Fried Flounder, mashed potatoes, green beans
(No Classical Conversations today !)
Wednesday: baked chicken, rice, corn
pinto beans and rice for me
Thursday: We may have waffles, turkey sausage and fruit
Friday: homemade pizza
I need to make this week: homemade yogurt, and pumpkin chocolate chip muffins
I am using the crockpot method for making the yogurt. I only make 1/2 gallon at a time since I have been on bedrest and I have weight lifting restrictions.
No food waste to report this Friday. I believe I cheated again.
Barely cooking, barely shopping. Some days I cooks to late.
Breakfasts are mostly cold. Lunch is cold sandwiches and dinner I cook late.
I have majored in napology this week. I seem to either be overwhelmingly tired or overwhelming hungry. Maybe it has something to do with being seven months pregnant and feeling slow and huge?
I have too many plans for dinner but I really want someone to bring us dinner already cooked and paper plates so I don’t have any dishes to wash and can sleep more. Most days by the end of the day I am quite deliriously exhausted. I haven’t been enforcing undone chores. I have been too tired to parent, I have been asleep. When I notice undone things, my people are away at their activities: Community College,Part time job or basketball practice or some other important cause. Maybe if I insisted on everyone doing their share, I will be less tired and have more time to be Mom.
Tuesday was a super busy day. Culminating in a First time Championship Game win for the CUCA Warriors.
We being fifth seed played First Assembly.
We won the game 61 to 49.
We play the top team Central Academy at Lake Park tomorrow at 430pm. The sixth seed Fletcher plays second seed Carolina Christian at 6pm. If we win, we play the winner of the second game at 6pm on Friday.
I spent a few hours in the Children’s ER with my son Daniel. We arrived home by 2am.
Daniel
The three-year old, Jesse, socked him in the eye with his fist. For no reason whatsoever. He said he wasn’t angry or anything. Daniel was helping him and Noah with their baths since that task is too hard for me at my expanding girth and lack of center.
Daniel had a nice shiner, non stop tears from the eye, major redness, pain and blurred vision. SO I had to take him to get checked out. After some pain drops and a through examination the doctor decided he should see a specialist in the morning.
I need to make this week: peanut butter fudge, homemade yogurt and sweet cornbread muffins.
I am using the crockpot method for making the yogurt. I only make 1/2 gallon at a time since I have been on bedrest and I have weight lifting restrictions.
This week I have a few items to share that I have wasted.
A tiny Pyrex with leftover green beans in them. I meant to eat those for lunch but they were hidden from view.
There is about 1/2 cup of black beans. I also meant to have those leftovers from lunch but the black hole in the back of the refrigerator sucked them in, hiding them from plain view of the big bellied preggo.
Last, but certainly NOT least was some homemade yogurt that would have been lovely, had I not tried the agave sweetener in it. No ONE liked the agave in the yogurt. They prefer honey or table sugar or even plain but they thought the agave was gross.
Someone called and said they will pay our past due water bills to catch us up. It has been a bane of our existence. Simply impossible to catch up even though DH has been back at work for awhile now.
We were blessed that we had savings and survived almost 9 months without real income before things got behind. Then DH had part-time temporary jobs which only covered some of the bills so it was a cruel game of juggling what would get turned off or disconnected. That is what we would pay.
We never really told anyone how bad things got. If asked, we told someone, who inquired ,that we were trying to catch up but it seems impossible.
We haven’t expected any help from anyone. Too many people seem to be in the same situation or worst. We hear all the time of even more people being laid off.
We live in the South and people ask you how you are doing often. It is just common courtesy type of thing. They don’t REALLY want to know how you are doing and they definitely do not want details. They just want to hear good, fine, blessed or the like and move on with their day. (I am not like that and it has taken me awhile to get used to this custom. I tend to help anyone who ask for help if I am able to. )
I gave her our name and account number and she says it should be paid in full before next Friday. It may show up in the next 24 hours. The person I talked to happens to be in charge of a charity that helps people a lot. The day she spoke to me, I was running errands. She happened to ask on a day that I desperately needed to talk or vent. I don’t believe that I was really complaining. It was a God thing! I feel blessed, I can take a breath of fresh air.
I’ve wondered how God would take care of this situation but have been trying to completely just give it to HIM and stop worrying.
We have always… always paid our bills on time or even early. So the past year with the layoff was a learning experience for us.
I think I sort of felt let down and like” God, we are tithers…why is this happening to us?” As if doing the right thing is supposed to make you completely immune to the results of evils or misjudgments of others. I have learned that it does NOT. Bad things happen to anyone and every one at any given time. Evil is in the world and people suffer. PERIOD.
I am going to bed and rest a good peaceful sleep. I am thankful for the generosity of others and that someone was truly listening to me and not just being courteous and following a Southern custom. She actually heard what I said and wanted to help.
My Lovely Daughters
She gave me a hug. God with skin on. She gave me a sticky note. I trust You Jesus. You died for my sins. There is nothing I’ve done to cause the series of unfortunate events of the past. I am not being punished. I can use this time to draw nearer to God.
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