I made turkey potpie today. From scratch. I'm not out to win any awards. I like to cook. I like my family. I like cooking for them. I was craving turkey potpie and we had frozen leftovers from Christmas. Sundays I have time to cook and, because we were lazy and went out to eat Saturday, I actually felt like cooking. I made pie crust this morning before I even got out of my jammies. When the husband took the boys to the park this afternoon, I melted some butter and chopped up some onion and garlic. I threw those in and some flour and some milk. Chopped up the turkey and tossed that in with some frozen vegetables. Rolled out the dough and actually managed to get the crust to crimp, which I never ever do. When the boys got home, the whole house smelled good.
It was 5:15 p.m. Dinner was technically done, but needed to sit and cool so I could cut it and so the kids' mouths didn't get scalded. No big deal. We don't normally eat til 6 or 6:30.
Except the husband hadn't fed the boys a snack. The Lad was so hungry, even milk and the little dough scrap I had turned into a mini dessert couldn't hold him over. By the time we sat down, he was red-faced and screaming. So much for a nice Sunday dinner. We eventually got him calmed down enough to eat a little, but only on my lap, so I ended up with turkey bits down my shirt and everywhere else. Supper ended with more screaming.
Mostly, I'm mad at myself. Why couldn't I just roll with it and not care so much that The Lad was throwing a hellacious fit? Why did I have to blame the husband and snap at The Boy? You know, I said I wasn't out to get any awards, but that's not entirely true. I wanted to have my family thank me for feeding them. I wanted to do something for them, like the husband dusting and vacuuming earlier today for me. I wanted to watch them enjoy something I made for them. I wanted us all to appreciate each other.
I know logically that once I get off here and the boys get out of the tub, we can have that moment. But damn it, it would have been nice to have had it while I was savoring a piece of pie crust, too.