Today was one of those days. Shane was working. I tried to do some unpacking since we moved back to our house in June and are still in boxes. Between 10am and 1pm, I managed to unpack approximately one box, thanks to my incredibly helpful offspring.
I tried to take the kids for a “fun” trip to Party City.
Took them to Trader Joe’s partly as punishment and partly because I wanted to buy wine.
After rolling all over the floor of Trader Joe’s, Sid screamed all the way home because he wanted to take his sweater off, but couldn’t because he was in his car seat. When we got home, he stripped naked in the parking lot and demanded justice at the top of his lungs.
By then, Shane was home so I locked myself in the office to contemplate what kind of salad might just be good enough to turn my day around.
It’s a lot to ask of a salad to be so good it turns your day from poop to gold, but this salad did it’s best and I give it an A for effort. And I’ll definitely make it again.
Shane made pork tenderloin.