Wednesday, 19 November 2008
Wednesday's Women No. 6
I really should be paying more attention to this recipe. But my mind keeps wandering and I really don’t know why. I mean really what is to wonder about, I have everything I need, my life is wonderful, and I really couldn’t be more interested in this recipe or in my life (whose life, do I mean my husband and my children).
Ouch! Those are dangerous thoughts.
What could be better than to wake up at 5:00 every morning, and then ever so slowly remove the covers so that the Mr. doesn’t get disturbed? It almost makes me giggle when I think how happy I must make him and the children when they wake up and I am already all made up for their viewing pleasure.
While in the kitchen, that most heavenly place this earth has to offer, I get their breakfast ready. I was saying to the Mr. just the other evening, that if I didn’t have his pancakes, bacon and eggs, fresh squeezed orange juice and coffee ready for him first thing in the morning, I don’t know if I could live with myself.
Ouch! I had to pinch myself there because I had an original thought that asked ‘Are there other things I could do with myself?’ I am so ashamed.
I think of my day and how after the children go to school and the Mr. goes off to work I rush up the stairs to change into an old work dress so that I can get this clean home even cleaner. I repeat over and over to myself while cleaning that I only have six hours to do it, in case I get carried away while on my hands and knees over at the middle-bottom stair near the basement polishing that dull spot to a glimmer like I did last week. Gee darn.
Ouch! Where in heaven’s name did that come from? I have to be more careful with my language.
Had my shower, did my makeup and really only had to do a touchup on my hair, those hairnets are magic. Nothing is as satisfying as being right on schedule.
By the time the Mr. comes home I will have his supper ready and waiting. I really don’t know what I would do without canned peas and Campbell’s soup.
I was telling my daughters (of course I wouldn’t talk like this to my son) that my goal in life is to hear their father (my Mr.) tell me that my cooking is heavenly. Oh the day that happens, I will have achieved one of my few dreams.
Ouch! My domestic feelings (I have no others) are so hurt as my daughters both told me that I live in a cage. Look Mom, they said, you can’t even swing the bottom of the door open unless you remove your flowers that took you all day to arrange.
I will talk to the Mr. when he comes home from work; of course after I get his slippers, his paper, and his pipe, and of course after he has his dinner and his evening drink. Actually I will talk to him just after I turn on his light and hand him his book to read for the evening.
Ouch! Actually I think I will just swallow that bit of disappointment, after all he works hard all day.
Oh well, back to the dinner. I am just thinking that maybe I could make that jellied salad, the one with the corn, carrots, and beets.
When I look at this cookbook, I know what makes me happy. Not only is my cooking heavenly, so is my life; and the best thing of all is that I will do exactly what I did today for the next six days and then they will be repeated over a 52 week period. Like the Mr. says, he sure wishes he had it as easy as me. Well then…..
Ouch! I don’t know what is wrong with me today, I think these thoughts that pop into my head are trying to sabotage my wonderful life.