Well, I'm glad Wednesday is over. My trip to the dentist resulted in me getting just one filling when I thought I was getting a few, plus a cleaning. I got a filling taken out and replaced instead. I like to get those composite fillings (the white ones that look so pretty and undetectable when you open your mouth)
; they don't, however, last as long as the metal amalgam ones, though. The one I had replaced was about ten years old, so it was time for a new one anyway. Next time, I get more, plus a cleaning. Yay! I must say, though, it's exhausting
for me to go to the dentist. I have to really gear up psychologically and when it's over, I feel a catharsis...much like a deflated balloon. It's the shots of novocaine that I dread, but I could never have work done without them.
Today is Report Card Day, so I'll be working from noon until 6:15pm. I'll get home just in time to tuck in my babies. Sigh
... And who knows if the pick-up be worth it. It seems that parents don't come to see the teachers as much as they used to. Since report cards get passed out in the lunchroom, very few parents feel like making their way up the stairs to see the teachers. Hopefully I'll be wrong and I'll get to see the trees the apples fall from. If it were me, I'd be visiting ALL
of my kids' teachers. I guess, at the very least, I'll be able to get some work done while I wait. Cross your fingers for a good turnout.
On a different note, you MUST try making chicken fajitas in the crock pot. It's simply divine
. Yesterday morning, before I woke up Jack, I prepared them. I defrosted and cut up some chicken breasts; sliced up an onion and a green pepper; and placed it all in a large Ziploc bag. I mixed half a cup of chicken broth and a little lime juice with an envelope of fajita seasoning mix and poured it into the bag to marinate the chicken, onions, and peppers. I put the bag in the fridge until 11am, when I asked the nanny to pour it all into the crock pot, cover it, and put it on low. Dinner would be ready at 5pm, as usual. When Hubby got home, he cut up some tomatoes and lettuce and then we ate. Even the kids liked the chicken! Jack loves chicken fajitas, without the tortilla, though. Livie, well, she eats everything.
Hubby had to cut up the lettuce and tomatoes because I'm a little knife-shy after yesterday morning. I sliced open my thumb pretty good (and it's been a long time since I've done that)
, but not
on the contents of our dinner. Jack was crabbing at me because he didn't want to eat his cinnamon raisin toast with peanut butter at breakfast. He was yelling at me incessantly
for coffee cake. It was less than ten minutes before I was supposed to leave for work, so in a haste I started cutting up his coffee cake. On the last piece, I gashed open my thumb and bled all over my kitchen, with Livie and Jack both calling my name simultaneously. Not a good start to my day, really, but at least the boy ate. So, Hubby was on cutting duty and dish duty and bath duty for the kids. I opted out. Dinner, however, was the highlight of the day.
And, boy, did that turn out great. I must
do it again. The crock pot fajitas, that is.