I have another one to add. I love it when I make dinner for us, by the time Ty says he'll be home, only to wait around for him as I drool over the meal I just bent over backwards to make. (Exaggeration Alert: This really only took 30 minutes to make when I thought it would take an hour. Needless to say, I am still working on my timing.)
Now I am left here to:
- Stress over the croutons in the salad turning soggy - because I added the dressing too soon. I should have just waited to add it right before we sat down to eat. Patience is no virtue in this house.
- Worry that I can't find the perfect balance of keeping the chicken warm and cooking it until it cracks open like the turkey on Christmas Vacation.
- Watch as the artichokes turn brown in the steamer.
- Perhaps just eat without him.