Eleven and a half hours sleep seems to have done Bear’s youngest daughter the world of good. She bounced out of bed at 9.30am this morning raring to go, so Bear has taken her to her Volleyball match. Poor Bear, he didn’t sleep that well and looks as tired as I feel. Nearly three hours of driving is not going to do him any good. Hopefully the remainder of the weekend will be a little more restful.
Taking the children back early tomorrow means we have to provide lunch for them to take to their Musical practice, so I’m planning on making them pasties to take, something they can eat cold that’s still nutritious and tasty. Tonight I’m looking at making Mexican tortilla casserole. I LOVE tortilla chips and I haven’t made it for the kids before. I know they’re going to love it too.
Yes, my life is an endless round of cooking meals… that was the agreement Bear and I made when I moved in. He hates having to make small decisions, like what to eat every day, what to watch when we sit down in the evenings (although he’s getting better at that), and what to wear to formal occasions, he finds that kind of thing too stressful. If I left him to it he’d eat cheese and sambal sandwiches every meal and wear jeans and rock band tee’s everywhere.
So I choose and make the meals and he deals with the ‘important’ things. 😉 No other chores today, as I raced around like a mad thing yesterday, cleaning up and vacuuming ready for the kids’ arrival. The youngest seems to be doing better today too, although he’s commandeered the sofa and is glued to YouTube on his laptop with his headphones on… unsociable little git… he reminds me of me… 😀