Day 95: Thick Fried Noodles with Chicken and Ginger Beef
Everyone is cranky and tired tonight, and yet we have tickets to go see The Cult, one of the first shows of Juno weekend. W is overtired from being 2 and I’m overtired from taking over traffic duties on CBC all week; not because it’s an exhausting job, but because it gets me up between 4 and 4:30 am, and I don’t think you ever get used to that. (And if I was a better, more organized person, I might have lessened my workload in other areas this week to compensate.)
The past hour went something like this: Mass cranky panic, frantic scour of the fridge for dinner possibilities, W’s tomato rotini lands upside down on the floor during a meltdown over not getting to go hug the neighbor’s new puppy, Meg. Mike picks up the phone and calls KamHan (something we never do, even though the place is blocks away) and requests an emergency order of fried noodles, the thick kind so W can get a better grip, which we ate on the bed amid a pile of laundry (why not? we have to wash it anyway.)
Then, calm.
(Until we get to the concert, anyway.)
April 04 2008 06:18 pm | eating out
an old mom on 04 Apr 2008 at 8:02 pm #
As the mom of four grown boys, all with families of their own now, I applaud you.
Dana mccauley on 05 Apr 2008 at 8:08 pm #
Hey Jules,
Hope you had fun a the show and that by the time you read this you are energized by music and happy as a clam again - not that I’ve ever met a very gregarious clam but you know what I mean. : )