All this talk of food has me hungry!!!
Today, Mom made molé, so I stayed out of her way and avoided the pot she was using.
Molé is one of those Mexican foods you either love or hate. I hated it as a child and I just don't care for it now. The smell of spices, chocolate and peanut butter are incredibly misleading. You expect something spicy and sweet and then you end up with a mouthful of chicken and savory sauce and it's no fun. I imagine loads of people would love it, but I'm not one of those folks. I guess it is the bad memories of it as a kid.
Tomorrow I (hopefully) install the A/C in the garage! I'm so ready to move in there. The lines that I draw to give myself some comfort when surrounded by crazy people has been breached. Nathan enjoys walking into the room without knocking. Often. I'm so done. I need space.
I used to be able to work out in my room by dancing or doing yoga, knowing that no one would walk in without knocking. Now I essentially live in apprehension of this kid walking in without a word.
That being said, I have tried to not get as angry with him. He is a good kid (keep telling yourself that, Laura) and he doesn't realize he is being an unintelligent, insensitive teenage boy. The last thing anyone needs is for me to have a blow up because he's being a total bleep bleep bleep.
I'm tired, guys. Really, really tired. Here are some pics I took today while I was outside relaxing away from the chaos. I had a nice, tall glass of freshly squeezed lemonade, with just a hint of honey and a sprig of chocolate mint.