Sabotage and chaos
Saturday, May 07, 2016
Our house looks like the proverbial tornado spun through. It's not big to begin with, but with the college kid's 2 car loads of stuff filling both the middle of the family room and one end of the living room - all just dumped in two piles - now it looks even smaller and definitely not like it is occupied by civilized, organized people. We have a week to put the place back into shape, before our new insurance company's inspector is scheduled to visit and assess our house for underwriting. Can the kid's piles be judged fire hazards? Better not run the risk!
So because our soccer kid was so relieved to survive her first AP exam - 4 hours of stress and brain-dumping - and I am usually out of fresh veggies by the end of the week, or at least close enough so it's an excuse not to cook, we let the kid decide on dinner and she chose Asian buffet. And I rocked my second buffet of the week. I filled most of my plate with veggies picked out of stir fries, and put small portions of many different proteins. And nothing deep-fried, which took a bit of effort to walk away from since crispy and salty covered in sticky spicy or sweet hits pretty much every food trigger I have. I managed to stick to plan, even though I had to enter about 20 different items to track dinner.
So I avoided self-sabotaging during dinner, and also this afternoon at work. We had a small farewell party for our office temp, and there were 2 cheesecakes from Whole Foods. I told everyone one was for the sophisticated grownups, topped with custard, fresh berries, and a tasteful clear glaze, and the other for the inner whimsical child, covered in chocolate icing and decorated with colorful happy frosting flowers and butterflies, and pastel chocolate curls. Really the prettiest and most tempting cheesecake I'd ever seen - and I managed to resist it. Not with any help from my colleagues, four of whom tried to convince me to to just try a bite, really, why don't you just take this corner from my piece, how can you resist, blahblahblah. I managed to escape by taking two small pieces home, "for my kids" (can you see the finger quotes), just to get them to stop nagging. Also because the soccer kid loves cheesecake. So now I get to resist the cheesecake in my fridge, for a second day!
It is such a treat having the college kid home for the summer. He talked a lot about his exams and classes. He just finished his sophomore year and was a little apologetic about not getting an A in his graduate level "Numeric differential equations". Which I had gently suggested before the semester that perhaps he should wait until his junior year to take a graduate math course. "But it sounds so interesting, Mom!" (Really? What a nerd!) "And it's full of undergrads anyway." (Except... not so much.) But I am so proud of him. I hugged him three times while he tried to apologize for his B. I think he was a bit disappointed. I'm not in any way. The kid is smarter than both of his parents, I can barely follow him when he talks about his classes. But even better, he really *likes* his studies, and I'm so grateful and happy for that.
This is turning into a bit of a wandering ramble. It's nearly 4 am, and I need to wake up (again!) in 2.5 hours to make a healthy filling breakfast for the soccer kid, who has to be at school early for her two SAT subject exams. She's trying hard as well, and I foresee an afternoon nap for her. Maybe for her mother as well!