I was asked recently how I do all that I do.
There's no great secret I'm afraid, I'm not superwoman or anything like.
Four things make it possible for me to spend a lot of time in the kitchen.
1) I don't have a job.
2) My children are aged between 11 and 16.
3) I do not spend a lot of time cleaning.
4) I spend even less time on my appearance. I have as they say 'let myself go'.
Today was a fairly typical day.
I get up when Charlie finishes getting dressed-about 6.50am.
I clean my teeth and duck the right side of my head under the tap in an effort to get my hair to lie flat.
I get dressed.
On the way downstairs I grab the laundry bag from its basket.
Once downstairs I sort the lights from the darks and put them in the machine and start it off.
I wrap some leftover pancakes in foil and put them in the oven to heat up.
I pour my coffee which Charlie has made me and switch on my laptop.
Charlie leaves at 7, I shout to Katie and Tom to get up.
I drink my coffee (this is my breakfast) and catch up on blogs, email etc
I shout to Katie again (Tom is in the shower).
I slice bread so that everyone can make sandwiches.
Katie and Tom appear. I tell Katie to go and clean her teeth. She never ever remembers.
I check my shopping list. Monday is shopping day.
At 7.30 I shout to George to get up.
Katie and Tom make their sandwiches and finish their breakfast. At 7.55 they leave to catch the school bus.
I empty the washing machine, hang it outside and put the next load in.
George appears saying he heard something 'pop' in his neck whilst showering. What?!
'I can't move my head, it really hurts'.
Oh good lord, I ring the doctor. Earliest appointment is at 10.50.
I tell him to heat up my wheat bag and take ibuprofen.
I wash up breakfast and prepare to go out to the supermarket so that I can be back to take him to the doc's.
8.45 I drive to the supermarket about 10 -15 mins away.
I do my shopping. I absolutely love food shopping. I think I am going to have a frugal week. I stick to my list but still end up parting with more money that expected.
I'm home by 10. George is watching The Mummy and seems a bit better.
I put the shopping away. I love doing this too.
I make coffee and sit down with my laptop until it is time to go to the docs'.
The doctor says he has torn a ligament or muscle and to apply heat and take ibuprofen and paracetemol. He says he should be ok within a week. We hope so as he is supposed to be going shooting with air cadets at the weekend.
Back home George is much happier, I think he thought he had done something serious.
I hang out the washing and have more coffee.
At about 11.45 I make chicken stock with the remains of yesterday's roast. I take the meat off for tonight's supper and put the bones, an onion, a leek, a carrot and a couple of bendy celery sticks into a large pot, cover it with water and put in on to boil. Once it is boiling I turn it right down and leave to simmer for a couple of hours.
At about 1pm I make sandwiches for lunch.
After lunch I make a batch of bread dough and set it to rise.
I drink more coffee. I like coffee.
Next I bring the washing in which has dried really quickly in this unseasonable warmth. I iron the three garments that need ironing and take it all upstairs to put in various bedrooms. The boys will put their laundry away, Katie will pile hers up in front of her wardrobe, possibly mingled with some dirty laundry.
I pick up some bits of litter that are on her bedroom floor and put them in a bin.
Now it is about 2pm. I remind George to take more painkillers and suggest he could be doing some homework. He agrees and begins to write a character analysis of Telemachus.
I spend some time on Pinterest researching ideas for a pirate fancy dress costume for Katie. She thinks she can use an old red and black flamenco dress. I think she is right. With the addition of a simple white blouse (made from an old sheet) and a bandana we could be in business. I make a sketch to show her when she gets back.
At 3.30 my kitchen timer goes off reminding me to punch down the bread dough, shape it and put it in the tins to prove for half an hour.
At 4 Katie and Tom return demanding snacks. 'Flapjacks' I cry wondering just how many times I say that word.
The timer goes off again and I put my bread in the oven and make a cup of tea.
I sit down to drink it and show Katie my sketch. She thinks it looks great.
I begin writing this post. At 4.40 my bread is ready to come out of the oven.
I carry on with my post until I realise with a shock that it is 5.30 and I should be thinking about supper and sorting my stock out.
I go into the kitchen and pour my cooled stock through a colander and into tubs for the freezer.
|Four tubs of chicken stock and four loaves of bread|
I make Charlie's lunch for tomorrow. While I am doing this there is a knock at the door, my new book has arrived. Huzzah! I put it aside to save for this evening.
I start supper. Chicken and pumpkin korma made with the leftover chicken, half a small pumpkin and a tin of coconut milk.
Charlie gets home at 6.10 and we eat. Yum. All gone.
George treats us to his korma joke; 'Did you hear about the man who fell through the roof of an Indian restaurant and spent three weeks in a korma?'
After supper Katie looks at pirate costumes on the internet and decides that the flamenco dress plan will look 'weird' and she wants something much more complicated and not as nice. I ignore this.
I sit down with more coffee (decaff this time) watch the news and continue writing this post.
And that is what I am doing now. After I've finished my coffee I will go and have a shower and then I have an evening on the sofa with my new book to look forward to.