"I have leftovers from the work party, so you don't need to make dinner." he said.
Too late.
In the interest of not wasting my efforts, I changed my tactics. Rather than putting it in a 9x13 pan, I put it in two 8" pans and froze the second one. That made me feel brilliant, as well as virtuous.
As my tasty meal was cooking, I got to cuddle with Callie. She had arrived home from school with a headache, and it was bad for her. She mostly lay on the couch and whimpered. And sometimes she cried. It was so sad. I snuggled with her for a bit and then went to do the dishes. It was a good thing I did, because Callie came crying into the kitchen, "I need a bucket!"
Aack! A bucket?! There's no bucket in here! And there is no bathroom on this level of the house. I know, stupid, but there seriously is no bathroom on the main floor. In a moment of brilliance, I recalled that my sink was clean, and a must-be-a-part-of-everything Rylee had already pulled a kitchen chair to that very area to better "assist" me. I hauled Callie onto the chair and tipped her over the sink and let her do her thing. Perhaps I shouldn't put green Gogurt in her lunch anymore; it was disturbing, to say the least.
Dan came home shortly thereafter. He brought his load of goodies and I pulled my Shepherd's Pie out of the oven. I had even made salad. Between that, the BBQ Pork, meatballs, cheese, salami and crackers that Dan brought, there was a plethora of culinary delights to choose from.
Unfortunately, Delaney was completely sacked out on the couch and wasn't even roused by Joshua's enthusiastic trumpet playing in her ear. Callie lay on the other couch, dripping tears on the cushion and had no interest in eating. Actually, she was more interested in voiding all contents of her stomach (and did so with vigor). That left me and Dan, 2 children and a baby to make a dent in the food piling the table.
This is why we had leftovers for dinner tonight.
