The Second Pancake - Week 1 - Day 3

I have almost recovered from the horrible migraine that sidelined me yesterday. I’m still a little fuzzy but I was able to have a much more successful second attempt at the Welcome Home/Dinner schedule (just like the second pancake – it’s a keeper). After all of the difficulty I had opening bottles on Monday, I made sure any bottle I might need to make Bob’s drink was loose enough for my tiny hands to open. This allowed me to have Bob’s drink all set and ready to go when he walked in the door. The schedule indicates I should meet my husband at the door as soon as it opens but I haven’t quite mastered that skill yet. I didn’t hear him coming up the stairs so I wasn’t quite ready for him. I’ll have to listen harder next time.

After taking Bob’s coat and handing him his drink, I finished bustling around the kitchen and promptly served our meal (hooray! It was done on time tonight!). We had Trinidadian chicken stew, which was pretty tasty. I enjoy making stews because you can make them early in the day and just let them simmer all afternoon. Little work and a lot of payoff!

I still really struggled with the conversation part of the evening. It’s hard not to talk about the things that happened in my day. I had a really rough day today and so badly wanted to talk to Bob about it and have him assure me things would be alright. Making dinner and setting the table really helped take my mind off my worries but once Bob walked in the door, I wanted to dump my problem on him and hear his suggestions on how to solve it. I’m pretty sure this is a Stepford no-no. It’s so difficult not to speak unless spoken to. Bob didn’t want to talk about his day at work so, if I hadn’t talked, we wouldn’t have spoken at all during dinner. I think that’s the way it’s supposed to be, though…

As per the schedule, when Bob was done with dinner, I cleared our plates – even though I wasn’t done with my meal (“…if you fall behind on your own dinner, either snack later or skip a meal. It will do wonders for your waist!”). I have to say that I didn’t mind leaving the last few bites of dinner on my plate. I could use to lose a couple of pounds.

All in all, I feel like tonight was a success. My conversational skills (or lack thereof) will improve with practice. Eventually I will learn to let Bob steer the conversation. I’m just so happy I got the timing down (almost)!

I’m looking forward to an even better Welcome Home/Dinner routine tomorrow night. Third time’s a charm, right?

Have a wonderful night, everyone!