The thing I wanted to talk about today is why is it that if Gary helps me do something, I feel I must profusely thank him for days on end? When I was working fulltime outside the house and Hannah was an infant in daycare while I did this, I can't even begin to tell you how happy I would be if I came home and Gary had done something. Even if it was start the dishwasher. Throwing in a load of laundry was an all out celebration for me. I practically wept I was so thrilled. I did have a cleaning lady come one morning once a week. She got more done in 4 hours by herself than I could do in an entire weekend with Gary and Hannah around.
This weekend we cleaned our cellar. Oh my God - it was such a mess. We went to Home Depot and bought some shelving units and even vacuumed! We threw everything out the bulkhead that we didn't want anymore and what couldn't be burned went into the dumpster. Yes, I have a dumpster at my house. It's just a small 2 cubic yard size and it is emptied every other week but I love it. Then after all that fun.... we have a big fire in the backyard to burn everything that would go up in flames.
Tomorrow is Pasta Bar at school. I have no idea what this means because so far this year it has not been on the menu. Besides myself, there are two other new employees in the kitchen and I'm guessing the Food Service Director thought we would all run screaming from the building during this Pasta Bar day. The kids have been asking and begging for it since September. I have been dreading it like a root canal but I can not avoid it any longer. It is tomorrow. I will go to work like I am heading for the gallows. I will have 600 kids throwing $2 at me like there is no tomorrow. Mounds of pasta with different sauces! Help yourself! Throw macaroni everywhere! Slip and slide on it!
As soon as I pick the rotini out of my hair, I'll check in tomorrow and give you the play by play of Pasta Bar day!