Greetings and salutations!
Man, I had almost forgotten how amazing two or more consecutive days off while not acutely sick-in-bed can be! I say that as someone who is currently walking-wounded kind of sick, but STILL! Today I:
* Slept in, because my husband is awesome and gets the boys up and off to school with a hot breakfast (if they will eat it--the littles frequently opt to skip what is on offer at home and have breakfast at school and as long as they eat SOMEthing I don't get terribly exercised about it).
* Got up, piled into the car with my husband and flatulent dog, and got lost several different times in the wilds of County Over The Line, where we inevitably end up going to purchase meat in bulk. Purchased beef in bulk from a very cool farmer. Got lost once more for good measure on the way home. WHEE! Getting lost in rural areas takes Hotter and me back to our dating days :)
* Made a delicious chicken stir-fry dinner that everybody ate featuring roasted greens from the winter garden (okay sure, Little Child didn't like it and only ate the three-bite minimum to not be In Trouble, but that beats the nights when he takes one lick and gags histrionically then bursts into tears--bad as that sounds he has gone from "can't eat at all, pukes all things" to "merely a turd, haha"--and he ate all his rice and most of his veg). When everyone eats something that I make, even Hotter with his GI issues and the littles with their food aversions, I always feel like I've won something! Sure, only Hotter and Big Child appreciated the individual lemon custard cups I made for dessert, but they were so very taken with them that it made up for the littles' lackluster reactions (Big Child in particular was all "OMG YOU MADE THAT WHOLE THING BY YOURSELF FROM SCRATCH? WOW I HAD NO IDEA YOU WERE SO TALENTED!" and is just ever so gratifying to cook and bake for), and ate their own custards and those the littles scorned with gusto.
* Fed the center stalks from the dinner greens to the beasts of Squatter Workshop, and finely chopped some for Isis's dinner.
* Bonded with Little Child over our shared love for iThings (I lost The Precious today and was half-convinced it was in County Over The Line but was able to page it via Find My iPhone from Little Child's iPod Touch, because they're both registered to my Apple ID and technology is fucking amazing), showed him how to work the various features, and watched him figure out the interface even faster than I did (and proceed to learn how to do things I hadn't yet mastered my own damn self, because kids are amazing like that, the damn whippersnappers).
* Took Middle Child on a pharmacy run to get a prescription and spend some CVS Extra bucks. We got Hotter a fleece throw since he is always cold, and Middly remembered that it's his teacher's birthday and selected a heart-shaped box of chocolates for her. We talked about how Little Child is picky and we therefore do not discuss ingredients at the table, how awful Isis's breath is (we got some chews for her that are supposed to help with that), how Big Child is a lunatic for Minecraft, and things we might want to make for dinner in the near future now that Middly has hit the "hollow legs" portion of boyhood.
* Walked dogs with Big Child, and discussed Bumpus's progress in training (he is slowly becoming a civilized canine citizen of Casa MFA, rather than a Fraggle/Alien demon-thing), Minecraft, music, and literature.
* Made myself buffalo wings from the wings of the whole chicken I cut apart for Isis's meals this week (Bumpus is now on high-dollar kibble once more in an attempt to make him look less like a walking coatrack with fur; he's not a delicate speshul snowflake like Isis is and can have grains so we're trying that route again--Isis now eats one entire chicken, giblets included, over the course of a week minus the breasts and wings, which become peoplefood). They were ridiculously good.
* Made turkey stock from the frozen carcass of our Thanksgiving bird, picked the meat, and refrigerated the broth preparatory to skimming off the fat--turkey-noodle soup tomorrow, aww yeah!
* Took a hot bath.
* Baked some ugly drop-biscuits so that everyone will have something they enjoy for breakfast tomorrow morning (the littles see it as a terrible hardship when Big Child has bacon and/or eggs, because they don't like those things and end up "starving all the way to school," and everyone likes biscuits with various permutations of jam/honey/butter/fried egg on them or else plain in the case of Little Child).
I feel like utter shite and think I may be abed all day tomorrow; whatever is wrong with me my lungs are sucking and given all of the eating I did today I'm declaring it a well-fed fever at this point.
In other words "didn't even have to use my AK, guess it was a good day!"
How are all of YOU?