First, a side note. Has anyone else noticed that as you get older, PMS lasts longer and longer? Seriously, I feel like I have maybe 2 days of the month where I'm peppy. ugh.
Michael left on Sunday at 4pm. His sister left at 7. Both kids were in bed by 8:30, but instead of sacking out on the couch, I found myself in the kitchen, making all of our meals for the week. I roasted a chicken, made my mom's vegetable soup, and made pumpkin soup as well (more on that later in the week - it tastes like bacon but is vegetarian!).
Last night, we had the vegetable soup with some olive bread and Ossau Iraty cheese. Max loved it, but only topped with generous amounts of Parmigiano Reggiano. He kept getting up, walking around the table, grabbing a little handful of cheese, walking back to his seat, climbing up, and adding the cheese. He'd then eat that bite, rinse and repeat. Cute. (and expensive, but that's ok it was cute. and at least it was real parm)
Tonight I'm thinking we'll have the chicken. I also have a giant cauliflower and some fingerling potatoes, so since the chicken is already roasted (half of it became chicken salad for Dylie's lunchbox - that's all she'll eat now), it will be an easy dinner. And comforting. I kind of wish we had some gravy on hand, but oh well.