I was really proud of myself this weekend: I actually planned 5 days worth of meals in advance so I wouldn't be trying to work out what to make at the last minute.
Monday went just fine. (For those of you interested, it was toad in the hole with onion gravy and mashed potatoes.)
Tuesday, not so good. Plan was roast chicken and rice pilaf with carrots. I got all the carrots ready, then Aliza started fussing around 16:00. She kept fussing and wouldn't be put down. I gave up on doing the rice that night, thought I'd do something else with the chicken, then decided "to hell with it". Dinner was pasta. This is forgivable, I guess; I can't hold the baby and cook at the same time.
Wednesday was fine. In fact, Aliza was so good all evening I had time to make rugelach (which i have been scoffing--ironically, considering my recent KitKat addiction which was going full throttle the other day, I've been more into the cinnamon-walnut than the chocolate ones).
Tonight, I was going to roast the chicken. But Aliza decided she'd actually have an afternoon nap at 16:30 (she doesn't seem keen on sleeping then), and, well, I decided to have one too....
Oh, and the flat is a wreck, I'll have to tidy this weekend. It's easier to do when there's someone else to go to Aliza if she needs something. She will sleep during the day, but she hasn't settled into a predictable nap schedule. To a point this is dependent on what we do; if I take her out, she often does go to sleep in her buggy. Today was unusual in that she stayed awake most of the trip, which is probably why she settled for a nap later.