Good thing I woke up feeling remarkably better this morning! Still tired and achey - can't quit whining until I am *all* better -- but functional, which is a great deal better than yesterday.
In my daze of laying on the couch yesterday, I came up with two plans to make my life better:
1. Cook ahead and freeze meals during the weekend so we can begin eating dinner once again since I have officially accepted that Henry has given up naps, thereby leaving me zero cooking time during the day.
Since Liza and I were up at 5:45 this morning, I had plenty of time to meal plan and write a grocery list.
Bottom to Top:
White bean cake "dough" for oven baked bean cakes to accompany our dal
(2) bags of veggie filled coconut curry
(2) bags of lentil dal -- I totally lost interest in cooking by the time I got to the dal so it is quite dry and not so tasty. I'm hoping it resurrects with a good reheating and perking up.
*Not pictured is the the double batch of chili bubbling away in the crockpot or the double batch of pizza dough I was too lazy to make.
2. Introduce "Family Rules" to our Super Nanny-style "Time-Out Chair".
Three minutes in the TOC has worked wonders with Henry in the past few days. It was a major battle the first day for him to stay in the chair but consistency taught him if he didn't stay put, I would plop his little butt right back down.
I felt he needed a bit more direction with the TOC so we went full-force Super Nanny and wrote our "Family Rules". The former elementary school teacher in me needed to frame the rules in a positive light but "Be gentle" didn't seem clear enough and "Let Lulu keep whatever she has in her hands" wasn't good....so, 'No hurting' and 'No snatching' it is. The plan was to tape the rules to the door by the TOC but we are all out of tape due to a certain little someone ripping up books with her grubby little hands.
I am probably completely jinxing myself but he hasn't hurt Liza or snatched a toy away from her all.day.long. Seriously.
Due to the nature of acting like I have my life together and my ducks in a row publicly on my blog, I am now doomed to a week of parenting failures and baby disasters.
But, at least we'll have supper to eat.