Menus for the week

We're going out to eat on Wednesday. There. Decided. It's been... well, probably a few months since the last time we went out, I can't remember when it was? Perry's birthday, maybe? We don't eat out often. But I'm feeling burnt out on cooking and shopping, and I think pizza out will go a long way towards helping! :-) I mean, pizza out, right? How can that not help?

Anyhow.

Monday: leftovers


Tuesday: Leftover frozen mac and cheese


Wednesday: Out. We need the break.


Thursday: Mayberry's sticky chicken, roasted carrots, orzo


Friday: MaPo tofu, rice, green beans


Saturday: Jerk chicken breast, yam purée, broccoli


Sunday: Butter chicken, saffron rice, roasted cauliflower.

I'm really sick of food and cooking. I think I could eat toast for a few months.

@#($#(%~!~~~#$%$%!!!

[Loads of bad language]

Teenagers who refuse to listen, think they can do more than they should, and are planning on going backpacking in a week.

ARGH!

And who get pissy -majorly pissy- and defensive when you question their plans.

UGH!

Deep breath.

She's supposed to lead a Middle School trip, as part of her Outdoors Ed class. I get that. I understand that this one supposedly is only a 0.5 mile walk on gravel. But I don't know that. And hiking is specifically excluded from the current status plan. So I'm not too happy about this. I'm not too happy that the trip is half way across the state. And involves climbing. Yeah, she's only supposed to be spotting the Middle Schoolers who'll be climbing, but still. I worry that the promises that "someone" will carry her gear won't materialise, and that she'll end up hauling her gear down the trail.

And she's being quite uncooperative about everything.

My feeling is that we should pack our gear and go there too. We can stay away -mostly- but be there for the walking portions: not because she needs help, but because our presence will help her walk responsibly. I realise that isn't going to happen, to be honest, but the thought is tempting: hiking down on the Columbia Gorge sounds like a plan to me.

Dh wants to call the surgeon's office. AC is needless to say against that because she knows they'll nix it sight unseen.

One idea is to email the instructor and make sure he's aware of AC's limitations. When I told her that, for example, he needed to be very clear on the fact that she'd not be able to help evacuate someone who got hurt, she screamed at me that that is the whole point of being a trip leader. Yeah, I get it. However, I said, she can't carry a stretcher. To which she screamed again that yes, of course she could. Um. No.

Other idea is to meet with the instructor, dh, AC, and I. She insists on being there because she's positive we'll tell him "stupid things". This is the child who told her teachers that she was allowed out of the boot to play soccer when she broke her foot. I want the instructor to understand that the brace? Needs to stay freaking on no matter how much she wails.

Anyhow, stress and loud voices at my house tonight. Tears were shed too, but mostly by me.