Well, I've been awake since 3am. It's now 6am. I gave up attempting to sleep at around 4.30, and came downstairs, redrew the template for the dogs I need to make so they are bigger, and then cut out and stitched one. (pics later)
I cleaned the kitchen right hand side, and when the dishwasher completes I'll clean the dishwasher left hand side.
I watched Maury and decided that my life was Not That Bad. (although I make be awake really early, I'm not 250lbs and don't know who the father of my baby is, although this girl was 1,000,000% sure that it was this man. And it wasn't. OR his mate. And why is she saying 1,000,000%? There are only 100%. What are American schools teaching these children?)
Now I'm blogging a little, reading a little, sewing a little, and watching Rick Stein's Spain.
Yesterday went fine. J was firm with T-Boy about eating. I backed him up. T-Boy ate. Simple. He did mess about for a while with his ham sandwich. He ate one half, then said he didn't like the other half, and coughed and tried to be sick, so I said "Fine, then that's you done til tea time." Then he said he would eat it, so I said he had 5 minutes.
Him : "WHAT?!?!? So I'm getting timed to eat my food now?!?!?!"
Me : Yes. Over an hour for one half of a sandwich is ridiculous. You have five minutes.
As he knew that there was chocolate cake at the flying field (where we were having our sandwiches) he got on with it, but he'd messed about so long that all the cake was gone!
J did well in the competition, he doesn't like doing them, but he joins in with good humour.
Oh, and I did slow roasted beef for tea. You've never had anything so easy, so nice, and so cheap for a roast. It was 1.4kg of beef brisket. I seared it in the frying pan, lobbed it into a deep roasting pan with a lid, made thin gravy with the juices from the frying pan, and threw that in on top. It went in the oven for 3 hours at 140deg, then I turned it off (leaving it in) and went flying. We were back 4 hours later, and about an hour after that I sliced some thin slices from it, made gravy and dropped the slices in for a moment, then served it with roast potatoes, carrots and broccoli. Unless you are T-Boy, in which case he had cold beef, bread and butter, and a MASSIVE mound of carrots and broccoli, which he ate all of.
This is a marked difference to Saturday night, when he asked for sausages, peas, carrots and rice. I made it, all mixed it in like a stir-fry (as that's what he wanted) and he refused to eat anything except the sausages.
We'll see how today goes. But not yet..... Everyone else is still asleep!
