Thursday, November 8, 2012

Are we there yet?

All these extra days at work are playing havoc with the body's internal clock. This evening one came home at 7 pm and turned on the oven, put the pork in to marinade for tomorrow night, gathered the ingredients for a dinner for one, shoved His duck in the oven, put on some eggs to boil, cooked dinner and ate it. Then at 8 pm one shuffled off to the gym before returning home an hour later to make His lunch, shower and do the dishes. In fact it was during the making of His breakfast at 9.30 pm, as one was mentally congratulating oneself on how smoothly the timing had gone, that one suddenly realised something...
It was only Thursday and He was supposed to have chicken. The duck wasn't meant to be cooked until tomorrow. In fact the pork wasn't meant to be marinading either...
Sighs domestic goddess one ain't... but that good slave award... that's in the sights... surely 

4 comments:

lil said...

Depends on the kind of sights your talking about...

I do so hate days like that!
At least the food can be eaten...While investigating an unusual smell in my fridge, I discovered the pork chops I meant to cook last week. Sigh.

lil said...

*You're*
Just couldn't let it slide lol.

Kitty - The Submissive Wife said...

The fact that you can and do make duck, pork and chicken qualifies you for domestic goddess in my book.

Master's piece said...

We do eat well... :)