I'm in a rant mood, you'll be pleased to hear.
This weekend Chloe was supposed to move into the caravan, but she had a busy week and didn't get sorted so it's been put back. I thought I'd have loads to talk about there, but no sorry, nothing. However she's made up for it in other ways.
On Sunday I didn't feel brill, nothing much, just tired and feeling as though a cold was starting, headache and a bit dizzy. So I spent much of the day in bed, but forced myself to get up and do the shopping, clear dog much (no-one else will do it) and vaccuum (ditto). Chloe decided to come with Rob and I to Tesco as she needed somethings (hairspray for herself and biscuits for her younger brother). mm perhaps needed is too strong a word.
Stood in Tesco we discussed what we were having that night for tea, bearing in mind this was gone 1.00pm, Chloe suggested Sunday roast. No way says I, I feel crap and I aint spending ages cooking a big dinner at this time of the day, I'll do that next week. More suggestions, finally Chloe suggests pork stir fry and she'll cook it. Not an opportunity to miss even though Rob isn't enamoured with a stir fry. We got pork out of freezer, 4 large pieces that just needed trimming down. From the butcher, nice quality. Unfortunately by the time we were ready for the tea to be cooked the pork wasn't defrosted. Me, still feeling crap, decides a Chinese might cure me instead. Chloe says, lovely, I'll cook tomorrow night instead.
Monday, I go to a Keep Fat class with sister in law Donna. So I dash in from work, change and go back out. As I'm leaving I check with Chloe that she's still OK to cook tea. Yes no problem, I've had mine already, she replies, but I didn't fancy a stir fry, so had something out of a tin instead. In other words, something to heat up in a pan, not something that needed cooking. Oh well, get it prepared, says I, and you can start cooking the stir fry when I get back.
Leap forward just over an hour. I walk in to find, she's only cut up the pork. Nothing else, has been done. Now in fairness with a stir fry, it all goes in the pan, there is very little else to prepare. However, as we'd all including Matt had a takeaway the night before and she'd already had her tea, there were no pots washed and no cutlery. I dash off for my shower and leave her to organise, shredding the carrots for the stir fry and mentioning lack of plates.
10 mins later Rob arrives home and argues with Chloe about her preparation of shredding the carrots. She had grated them, which Rob said would turn to mush in the pan, they needed to be made into Juliennes instead. Huge argument over something so petty, she walks off in a strop as does Rob, and I then at about 8.30 have to wash up and then cook tea. As you can imagine I'm not happy.
Later I ask her to wash up her pots from her tea and the dozen or so glasses she has accumulated over the last couple of weeks or more, and not washed up. "Can I do it in the morning, as I don't start college till around 11." Again, I'm disappointed as the mess is still sat there and she doesn't have a good track record of doing what she offers to do. I say fine, so long as she also makes sure any rubbish in her room, gets put in the bin, as it's bin day Wednesday morning and I'll be putting the bins out. I've come home tonight and nothing has been done. Nor will it be, I shall put all those glasses in her room and the dead flowers that have been in her room for a couple of months can stay there as well. And everything can be mouldy in her room.
Rant over. I'm off
This weekend Chloe was supposed to move into the caravan, but she had a busy week and didn't get sorted so it's been put back. I thought I'd have loads to talk about there, but no sorry, nothing. However she's made up for it in other ways.
On Sunday I didn't feel brill, nothing much, just tired and feeling as though a cold was starting, headache and a bit dizzy. So I spent much of the day in bed, but forced myself to get up and do the shopping, clear dog much (no-one else will do it) and vaccuum (ditto). Chloe decided to come with Rob and I to Tesco as she needed somethings (hairspray for herself and biscuits for her younger brother). mm perhaps needed is too strong a word.
Stood in Tesco we discussed what we were having that night for tea, bearing in mind this was gone 1.00pm, Chloe suggested Sunday roast. No way says I, I feel crap and I aint spending ages cooking a big dinner at this time of the day, I'll do that next week. More suggestions, finally Chloe suggests pork stir fry and she'll cook it. Not an opportunity to miss even though Rob isn't enamoured with a stir fry. We got pork out of freezer, 4 large pieces that just needed trimming down. From the butcher, nice quality. Unfortunately by the time we were ready for the tea to be cooked the pork wasn't defrosted. Me, still feeling crap, decides a Chinese might cure me instead. Chloe says, lovely, I'll cook tomorrow night instead.
Monday, I go to a Keep Fat class with sister in law Donna. So I dash in from work, change and go back out. As I'm leaving I check with Chloe that she's still OK to cook tea. Yes no problem, I've had mine already, she replies, but I didn't fancy a stir fry, so had something out of a tin instead. In other words, something to heat up in a pan, not something that needed cooking. Oh well, get it prepared, says I, and you can start cooking the stir fry when I get back.
Leap forward just over an hour. I walk in to find, she's only cut up the pork. Nothing else, has been done. Now in fairness with a stir fry, it all goes in the pan, there is very little else to prepare. However, as we'd all including Matt had a takeaway the night before and she'd already had her tea, there were no pots washed and no cutlery. I dash off for my shower and leave her to organise, shredding the carrots for the stir fry and mentioning lack of plates.
10 mins later Rob arrives home and argues with Chloe about her preparation of shredding the carrots. She had grated them, which Rob said would turn to mush in the pan, they needed to be made into Juliennes instead. Huge argument over something so petty, she walks off in a strop as does Rob, and I then at about 8.30 have to wash up and then cook tea. As you can imagine I'm not happy.
Later I ask her to wash up her pots from her tea and the dozen or so glasses she has accumulated over the last couple of weeks or more, and not washed up. "Can I do it in the morning, as I don't start college till around 11." Again, I'm disappointed as the mess is still sat there and she doesn't have a good track record of doing what she offers to do. I say fine, so long as she also makes sure any rubbish in her room, gets put in the bin, as it's bin day Wednesday morning and I'll be putting the bins out. I've come home tonight and nothing has been done. Nor will it be, I shall put all those glasses in her room and the dead flowers that have been in her room for a couple of months can stay there as well. And everything can be mouldy in her room.
Rant over. I'm off
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