a night out.

This is perfection. S is out with the boys tonight (I know- he is out- having fun, not building or helping- he is hopefully having fun!) and I am awarded a window of time to do exactly as I like. I am reading a fiction book of little worth, and eating egg-salad sandwiches- which S despises. I am in full save money/homemaker mode. The bread is the first batch of bread that I feel good with. It is wheat, but is moist and light, and makes perfect sandwiches. I have been dipping the crust in homemade tomato soup, which I made from tomatoes I canned this summer. It is accompanied at present by some water, but later tonight I will brew a canning jar full of tea to sip on as I read. Mom and Dad stopped by this morning to drop off some wood that Dad had been saving from my bunk bed in collage. S discovered that the steps from the front door to the basement are awful and need to be rebuilt. sigh. So Dad, always wanting to help us, (secretly I think he feels bad for us) offered to bring it down so we could use it. I offered to make them breakfast, and I created from scratch wheat cinnamon rolls as well as a bacon spinach quiche. Both of which were edible- even tasty! I am feeling better and better about my ability to put food on the table that won't make people want to die, and this morning certainly helped. It was nice to see my parents, but I must admit the night before I was not pleased as I tried to put together a breakfast from what was in the house and we scrambled to clean up a house that had been dedicated to demolition. However, today it is lovely. The dining room is cleared, and it is so calming to sit around and pretend that more construction, conferences, and another pregnancy test are not just around the corner. . . .