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Feb. 4th, 2006 07:10 pmRight now I'm supposed to be on my first date with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wcg in, oh, more than a year. We should be finishing up a delicious and leisurely dinner at the Helmand - I probably would have ordered the korma mahi, which is what I always get: sea bass stewed in ginger with sun-dried baby grapes, mint, tomatoes and red potatoes. We might be trying to decide whether there was time for Afghan ice cream (with dates, figs, mango, and coriander) or whether we ought to head up to the theater and grab seats for the play.
Instead, I am at home with a sick baby and a sick husband. ( cut for the squeamish )
The theater wouldn't let me trade our tickets in for another date, so Bill is going to go by himself. In a few minutes I'm going to go downstairs and tackle the dirty dishes and bottles that have been piling up all day, not to mention the heaps of toys strewn over every inch of the living room.
I'm well aware that, of the members of my family, I am currently the best off. But somehow that knowledge isn't enough to keep me from feeling sorry for myself tonight.
wcg in, oh, more than a year. We should be finishing up a delicious and leisurely dinner at the Helmand - I probably would have ordered the korma mahi, which is what I always get: sea bass stewed in ginger with sun-dried baby grapes, mint, tomatoes and red potatoes. We might be trying to decide whether there was time for Afghan ice cream (with dates, figs, mango, and coriander) or whether we ought to head up to the theater and grab seats for the play.Instead, I am at home with a sick baby and a sick husband. ( cut for the squeamish )
The theater wouldn't let me trade our tickets in for another date, so Bill is going to go by himself. In a few minutes I'm going to go downstairs and tackle the dirty dishes and bottles that have been piling up all day, not to mention the heaps of toys strewn over every inch of the living room.
I'm well aware that, of the members of my family, I am currently the best off. But somehow that knowledge isn't enough to keep me from feeling sorry for myself tonight.
