There's a man in my kitchen!

I had to get out of the kitchen.  Blind Freddy could see he wanted to make dinner, and I was only getting in the way by ‘helping’.

The Architect has complained about this before.  “You never let me cook dinner” he says.  And truly – that just stumps me.  Isn’t that what ANYONE would want?  To NEVER cook dinner?  But then I remember how much I enjoy cooking, and I must accept that other people are the same.  And one of those ‘other people’ is married to me.

For as long as I was sitting in the kitchen, scrutinising everything he’s doing, (right down to the way he’s chopping the capsicum), it wasn’t going to be a happy  experience for him.  So I had to get out.

I must clarify: I don’t like being like this.  I want to desperately be one of those women who can let the man of the house help, and not criticise the way he helps.  But I’m not.  But I am trying to be!  I can at least acknowledge when I’m being a shrew and this is why I have made my exit.

And as I type, I can almost feel the relief in the kitchen.  He’s happier.  He’s moving around freely and making as much noise and mess as he likes and I am none the wiser.

Sitting at the computer, I'm smiling.  I'm heading in the right direction to being less of a shrew and being able to let go.  Plus I don't have to cook dinner.

Everyone's a winner!

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A lazy Saturday morn...

It is the Saturday before school starts.  It's hot.  Stinking hot.  And we decided today was the day to take the trainer wheels off Polynesian Princess's trike.   Tops.

Down to Suncorp Stadium we trundle.  Park ourselves under a tree.

This tree.

The Architect runs around with the kids.  Both clamoring for his attention.  Little Warrior wins.  He usually does.  He's the loudest and most insistent.

I don't envy him.  I sit and relax.

Like this.

Ooooh wait!  There's a caterpillar on the tree.  Let's squish him!  Poor caterpillar.  Little Warrior and Polynesian Princess, armed with sticks intent on squishing.  But they are unsuccessful.  In part, due to The Architect and me dissuading them vehemently.

But I digress.  The removal of trainer wheels is a success!  Another milestone checked off the list.  Polynesian Princess is a natural only being hindered by our insistence on grabbing sporadically at her bike.  No, no Mum.  Let go.

Okie doke!

This could be a way of getting used to what will happen on Monday.  Her first day in school.

No, no Mum.

Let go...