That's why I have dice I can resort to to tell me what to eat. Or the old reliable what-goes-bad-first algorithm.

Oh, fuck me sideways, I think something's going wrong with the house sale. We are never going to sell this fucking thing.

NOOOOOO. Not gonna happen, Dana. It is just a bump. (I hope, I hope, I hope)

I have decided to work my cooking by cooking a meat/main meal for four three times every other week. This seemed like a great idea week 1, but it's week 3, and I don't wanna pick food from now.

I also really like cereal at 11.

Just a bump-ma, Dana. All hopes things smooth out and go forward.

extreme hyperfocus is a characteristic of some types of AD/HD.

::nods:: Two things I could let StY do that would give me a break from watching him every.damn.minute were A. bathtub. We timed him one day, and he stayed in there, playing with his toys, for two and a half hours. And probably would still be there if I hadn't let out the long-gone-cold water and made him get out.

And B. Modeling clay. Pre-walking, he would take paper from the wastebaskets if we were foolish enough not to empty them immediately, chew it to paste and make recognizeable objects out of his chewed papier mache. So we bought him Play-doh, suitable for eating. But soon switched him to actual modeling clay, as he *never* ate it, and the texture was much more satisfying.

I put a piece of shower curtain down on the kitchen floor and gave him toy baking pans, molds, and tools, wooden thread spools, Fisher Price little people, and other oddments, and he spent literal *hours* creating things, happy as clams. It was the place where I knew where he was and what he was doing, and he was *happy*. It became a reward he had to earn, though, and stopped being a refuge for him when things got overwhelming and his behavior deteriorated. In hindsight, that was a bad call.

He's never done anything with that particular talent as an adult, which is somewhat disappointing.

Argh, Dana. Good luck.

Or the old reliable what-goes-bad-first algorithm.

That's how I decided to make quiche Monday (the cream was rapidly approaching its "best by" date, we had leftover grape tomatoes from Easter's salad, and leftover quinoa cooked in vegetable broth [which is EXCELLENT in quiche, BTW]). Basically, it was a clean-out-the-fridge quiche.

Yikes, Dana. Good luck, I hope it's just a little bump and not a derailment.

ita, I do think there's nothing wrong with cereal at 11. One of the advantages of living alone is that I can make a meal out of cold cereal or a whole roasted cauliflower, and there's nobody else here to judge me about it.

Hmm, I really need to get moving. I need to go to the post office and pick up my paycheck (the direct deposit didn't work and they overnighted it) and go to the bank and then go visit with my dad and work on his health insurance, and groom my muddy dog... But it's so comfortable here on the couch.

If things don't work out, I suspect the husband and I will be having a serious talk about dumping this realtor. It's not her fault the house has taken so long to sell, but there's other stuff about her that bugs. Like the fact that we specifically asked this week "should we be worried?" and she was all "Oh, no, no reason to worry."

a whole roasted cauliflower

Ever since I started making roasted cauliflower (I put smoked paprika on it -- SO GOOD), I want to eat it every day.