The weather gods were clement and the BBQ we had planned for Saturday went off without a major hitch. At one point, I was juggling 12 sausages, 7 burgers, 6 koftas (with pita!), 2 ears of corn, asparagus and a large mushroom. Apparently, I have mad grillin skillz. We fed (and overfed) everybody who came and people seemed to have a good time. All good.
We went into town in the morning and bought 20 pounds of meat. I kid you not. The butcher had very good deals on so we left with 5 pounds of stewing steak, 5 pounds of minced lamb, 5 pounds of minced beef and 10 chicken breasts. Hopefully that’ll last us for a while :)
Sunday was a bit rougher, morale-wise. I spent part of the day making purees for the beastie. I’m not in my happy place at the moment. I seem to have misplaced my happy place. I miss my happy place. These days, I’m anxious and stressed and scatterbrained and fairly useless as a husband, father and general human being (yay!).
Katy woke me up at 2am this morning because I was snoring very loudly. I was in the middle of a deep sleep cycle and I couldn’t get back to sleep at all. In the end, I got fed up of staring at the ceiling so I went downstairs and had a cup of tea and watched bad late-night/early morning TV.
So yeah. I’m tired, irritable, and generally not in a good mood today and I don’t see it improving in the short term. But it has to, cause I’m not happy any more and I miss that and things need to change because the status quo can’t carry on.