Mopey Mama

For the past year, we've only eaten natural meat products at home. That is to say, they are antibiotic and hormone free, given the chance to walk around (and are able to walk around), and aren't fed strange things. This has meant we eat less meat because our dollar doesn't go as far. It also means that meal planning is somewhat more difficult. I may want to make pork chops for dinner, but they don't have them this week - only cube steak and chicken.

I really wanted to make corned beef and cabbage for St Patrick's Day, but there was nary a natural brisket in any of the local groceries. I had to settle on roast beef, which is also good, but not the same.

I roasted it on a bed of cabbage with carrots and mushrooms alongside some baked russets. It was a solid dinner. Lauren, however didn't like the cabbage and said, "This sucks. It tastes like nothing and has the texture of cat fur" which got her sent from the table without dessert.

At bathtime, I set Lindsay on the floor as I reached to drain the tub. Since the bathmat was in the wash, the tile was quite slippery. Lindsay fell and hit the back of her head.

Lauren got in my face. "That's totally on YOU, Mama. If you'd bothered to take the mat out of the dryer, she wouldn't have fell."

I blinked. "Go to your room" was all I managed as I scooped Lindsay up in a towel.