I'm sure you've noticed my absence. I've been overwhelmed with the flood of emails asking if I'm ok, people desparately missing my witty prose, looking for a littlebit of humor each day. Ok, not so much. I might get a passing comment from a family member but the rest of you...Well, not really sure there is a 'rest of you'. Anyways, I've been busy. I actually billed 70 hours last week. That was 70 hours from Sunday to Friday. After doing my time sheet, I realized why my body feels like someone dragged me through the mud and threw me against a wall.
I've also discovered that when I don't have time to go the gym to release stress, my alternative outlet has been in the kitchen. Sunday nights have been the only time I can find, which works out perfectly to prepare for calendar shattering week ahead. I will asses the fridge and pantry, head to the store if needed, and start cooking.
My base of recipes is limited, especially in comparison to the culinary talent that is embedded in most every cell of my family tree. I am on another branch. Honestly, its not really about the end result. Husband is pretty easy to please. And because I grew from the same culinary seed, I'm not burning or ruining too many things. Instead, it's the mindless multitasking, getting my hands dirty, making a mess and ultimately ending up with a finished product.
It probably has something to do with control. It usually does with me. All day long, I'm running in cicles, not controlling the fact that there is no satisfactory resolution.
Either way, you can bet that there is a direct corelation between Husbands waistline and my work environment.