Honestly, I feel buggered. Much of Sunday was spent making teatimes: a double batch of ginger snaps and a billion beignets in my little mini-beignet machine that turned out to be a waste of space. Good thing it only cost 15€. In the end, it looked like I might be standing there until Doomsday making the wretched things, so got out the deep fat fryer and completely ruined any hopes I'd had at making a 'healthy' beignet (donut). I dolloped in spoonfuls of the mixture instead of teaspoonfuls which meant I knocked off a few millenia waiting for them to cook. At the end of it, my legs could barely stay upright.
I have a day off today, and, it being the first day back to school, thought it would be lovely to have everyone home for lunch. Visions of being a SAHM (stay at home mum) sprang to mind, conjuring up images of making a tasty, wholesome lunch for the crew, running a few errands, and working on my book. All stress-free, efficient and beautifully timed. Ha! Some hope.
It's really hot today, so all outings are undertaken feeling sweaty and uncomfortable. Things started well and the boys got to school on time, feeling both excited and anxious. The schools were awash with SUVs and anxious mummies and daddies, especially at the Maternelle where lots of little kiddies would be starting their very first day ever at school. My youngest, going into his final year there, was a pro, and sauntered up casually, not holding my hand. His teacher knows him already, so was able to welcome him by name and switch him into school mode with practiced ease.
I walked down with my eldest and NewFriend, met Girl-over-the-road outside the school, and waved him in, avoiding the SUV-laden road and carpark. It must be all of a 7-minute walk to the school which is marvellous as he'll be able to go there with his friend and I won't need to be ferrying him around the whole time. This has saved me an hour in the car per day.
Things then speeded up, with me running errands and dashing home just in time to make a quiche and tomato tart and throwing them in the oven before it was time to collect my youngest again. Then my eldest, then waiting for 25mins outside the lycée, which meant my youngest was running late and had to gobble his lunch before being taken back to school. Then my eldest who had to find his own way, on foot, with me in tow, and it's well over 30°C outside.
Mind you, my eldest will not be having lunch at home again. It's more than I can stand having him tell me he doesn't like what's on his plate twice a day. He can eat at the cantine and that's that!
I am just recovering from all this now and have a couple of hours before, ding ding, it's all systems go again. Maybe I'll get some work done on my book! Or... maybe a snooze.
Anyone need a mini beignet machine?