Slowly slowly win the race

This morning is another slow one. Yesterday evening by the time Rob came home I was feeling fairly foul; I had a nap and was distinctly unwell and spent some time eating salt and drinking sweet tea and got better, and then went to sleep. I think I had about eight hours in a row. So this morning I woke feeling much better.

I've had a shower and offered the children breakfast. Also, failed to get the suction cup locking system to hold the shower-caddy in the shower. But I did get some of the stuff tidied up into the new bathroom cupboard, and sorted a load of laundry out.

I'm going to try to eat some porridge soon. But with even Emer complaining of a pain in the tummy, I think we're all a trifle fragile yet.

Two days to dental surgery, w00t.

Coconut tarts, or, Why Rob is a better cook than Ailbhe

I had some coconut oil in the fridge so I took it out and mixed it with some flour and dessicated coconut, and now it's baking hot in the oven. With any luck, it will turn into pastry cases for the custard which is currently thickening up in the microwave.

But because I find recipes frustrating and irritating, especially baking ones which call for ingredients I'm not able to eat, I have no idea. Rob, on the other hand, finds that recipes make him feel safe and guided, and so has a fairish idea of what's coming when he cooks.

But neither of us has ever managed to make successful non-dairy pastry, ever ever ever, because of not being able to use soy margarine. All the other vegetable margarines are too soft and the flour absorbs them too fast.

Sleeeeepy

It's hitting later than yesterday, so I must be better, but I'm so sleepy. Yesterday I slept on the sofa with both children sitting on me watching telly. Perhaps I have to do that again. I'm swaying on my feet here.

The coconut tarts were a really weird texture so I crumbled them and mixed them with sugar and they are topping a peach and apple crumble in the oven now. We just ate the custard as was.

I love the taste of coconut oil.

Fishcycles

[After a complicated conversation - with diagrams - about cousins, first cousins, second cousins, first cousins once removed, marrying cousins, marriage, legal recognition of relationships, gay men adopting, how orphans are made, and so on...]

Linnea: So... a man needs a woman to make a baby, but if a woman, a girl is grown up, and she wants a baby but she doesn't want to get married, she can just have one.

Ailbhe: Sort of - she still needs a seed from a man, remember that bit?

Linnea: Oh yeah.

Ailbhe: But she can find a man willing to do that, or she can get a doctor to get a seed from a man and put it in her.

Linnea: Right. I wonder what my hair will be like when I'm grown up?

Damn, I was about to get into infertility and IVF. Oh well. Hairdye it is, then.

Missing Books

I've lost all my John Holt, my copy of "From Diapers to Dating," and my little box of my own books. Which is a shame, because I have a meeting with a publisher in 10 days and it would help to be able to show them some of what I already have.

Perhaps I will just print the contents of the pomes journal and bring them along. Just in case. Aiee.