ChefBeckyD
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I'm not sure if this would be a rant, or humor, or personal - so I left off the prefix on my title!
Today was my day to go Christmas Shopping with my Mom. (who has Alzheimers) A very long exhausting day. Just before I left, DH, who took a half day from work so he could be with DS so I could go shopping springs on me that he told everyone at work that he would bring a Peanut Butter Cup trifle to work tomorrow for their Christmas Party. He offered to help me make this trifle. Alrighty....pigs do fly!
Okay - so I get the ingredients while out shopping. I got home at 6:45. EXHAUSTED. No attempt has been made to start anything for dinner. DH announces that DS is really hungry, and all he's had since lunch is Hot Cocoa w/ marshmallows.
So, I get dinner made, we eat, and I clean up the kitchen (why is it such a mess if they are starving and haven't eaten?)
DH looks at me with a hopeful look in his eyes and says "Do you want me to help you with this trifle, or would you rather I kept out of your way?"
Yeah - like I'm going to let him off the hook that easy!
DS now wants to "help trifle" now too - so I tell DH he can make the brownie (From a mix!) while DS and I stir up the pudding and PB, and chop PB cups.
First - DH asks me which bowl to use to stir the brownie....I tell him a SS mixing bowl, and after much digging around, he comes back up from scrounging in the cupboard with the very largest SS bowl. "Will this work?" So, I have to stop helping DS open pudding, and get a bowl for DH.
THEN - he asks if he should use the blender, or mix it with a spoon? So, I again stop, and hand him the Mix n Masher.
THEN - he asks me what kind of oil he should use. I inform him that basil blend oil isn't the best choice for brownies, and hand him the canola oil.
In the meantime, I've turned my back on DS, and when I turn back around - I see that he has stopped whisking the pudding and has half of the whisk in his mouth. When I gently (HA!) say "Micah, what are you doing?!" He jumps about a foot off the chair he is standing on - splattering pudding everywhere - and then says "Nothing". I start laughing - which really confuses him because he can't figure out that I laughing at his chocolate pudding covered face and hands. Sure hope DH's workmates don't mind some 4 yr old germs.
While cleaning him up, I hear DH say "Whoops" - look back at DH, and he has dry brownie mix all over the place - the bag exploded when he tried to open it. He looks like he has things under control other than that though - so I turn back to my chocolate monster....
As I melt the PB, I notice a measuring cup with oil in it, and DH struggling to get the brownie batter mixed up. I mention to him that it might mix easier if he adds the oil. He say he already has added the oil....um okay, then what's this? the oil gets added, the batter FINALLY gets mixed, and I watch DH attempt to scrape it all out into the bar pan with the mix n masher. I finally take pity on him, and give him a scraper to get it done.
The brownie is in the oven, and both guys disappear - leaving me to clean up the kitchen once again.
I thought I was exhausted when I got home - but after making a trifle with my guys - I'm about done in! How does 3 people working together make more work than just doing it myself?
Today was my day to go Christmas Shopping with my Mom. (who has Alzheimers) A very long exhausting day. Just before I left, DH, who took a half day from work so he could be with DS so I could go shopping springs on me that he told everyone at work that he would bring a Peanut Butter Cup trifle to work tomorrow for their Christmas Party. He offered to help me make this trifle. Alrighty....pigs do fly!
Okay - so I get the ingredients while out shopping. I got home at 6:45. EXHAUSTED. No attempt has been made to start anything for dinner. DH announces that DS is really hungry, and all he's had since lunch is Hot Cocoa w/ marshmallows.
So, I get dinner made, we eat, and I clean up the kitchen (why is it such a mess if they are starving and haven't eaten?)
DH looks at me with a hopeful look in his eyes and says "Do you want me to help you with this trifle, or would you rather I kept out of your way?"
Yeah - like I'm going to let him off the hook that easy!
DS now wants to "help trifle" now too - so I tell DH he can make the brownie (From a mix!) while DS and I stir up the pudding and PB, and chop PB cups.
First - DH asks me which bowl to use to stir the brownie....I tell him a SS mixing bowl, and after much digging around, he comes back up from scrounging in the cupboard with the very largest SS bowl. "Will this work?" So, I have to stop helping DS open pudding, and get a bowl for DH.
THEN - he asks if he should use the blender, or mix it with a spoon? So, I again stop, and hand him the Mix n Masher.
THEN - he asks me what kind of oil he should use. I inform him that basil blend oil isn't the best choice for brownies, and hand him the canola oil.
In the meantime, I've turned my back on DS, and when I turn back around - I see that he has stopped whisking the pudding and has half of the whisk in his mouth. When I gently (HA!) say "Micah, what are you doing?!" He jumps about a foot off the chair he is standing on - splattering pudding everywhere - and then says "Nothing". I start laughing - which really confuses him because he can't figure out that I laughing at his chocolate pudding covered face and hands. Sure hope DH's workmates don't mind some 4 yr old germs.
While cleaning him up, I hear DH say "Whoops" - look back at DH, and he has dry brownie mix all over the place - the bag exploded when he tried to open it. He looks like he has things under control other than that though - so I turn back to my chocolate monster....
As I melt the PB, I notice a measuring cup with oil in it, and DH struggling to get the brownie batter mixed up. I mention to him that it might mix easier if he adds the oil. He say he already has added the oil....um okay, then what's this? the oil gets added, the batter FINALLY gets mixed, and I watch DH attempt to scrape it all out into the bar pan with the mix n masher. I finally take pity on him, and give him a scraper to get it done.
The brownie is in the oven, and both guys disappear - leaving me to clean up the kitchen once again.
I thought I was exhausted when I got home - but after making a trifle with my guys - I'm about done in! How does 3 people working together make more work than just doing it myself?