FFYS

I was brought up by a single mom who worked nights. As a consequence of working nights, she frequently functioned on very very little sleep. She still managed to get a hot dinner on the table most nights, but occasionally we were told that it was an "FFYS" night. FFYS stands for "Fend For Your Self", and it meant that we were to either reheat leftovers or cobble together whatever was available from the freezer.

Tonight was an FFYS night. The Giant goes to a home daycare, and his daycare provider's daughter was diagnosed with RSV today. If you don't know about RSV and young children, all you really need to know is it's a very serious virus when the child is two or younger. So, his daycare provider took him over to our backup person, but by the time he got there it was a full two hours past his usual nap time. The backup person laid him down, but he didn't nap. Two year olds who have not napped are scary little creatures. Poor little guy was alternating between demanding food, demanding to play outside, and losing his balance while standing still and falling over. Cooking was not in the cards.

So, my menu of the evening was leftovers from last night with a cup of pineapples instead of veggies. It's still homecooked, so I say it counts. The Giant, on the other hand, had a hot dog and pears. Some battles are just not worth fighting

So I'm not Martha Stewart. Then again, I've also never had a fraud conviction...