There are times when I enjoy being sick. I can lay in bed, sleep and let the TV watch me. Then, there are times when I am home with Man-child and I just want to leave.
Late, Saturday I began to feel sick. I took some Therafu and called it a night. By Sunday, I really felt aweful. All I wanted to do was dream sweet dreams. By noon, Man-child got in bed with me and reminded me that I didn't cook breakfast. I told him that he was on his own for the day. When he did not move, I knew I was in trouble. Usually on the weekends, I cook a couple of different things that can last should last a few days. But with Mr. Eat-It-All-Cause-Tomorrow-Is-A-New-Day doesn't see it that way. He had already ate the Pizza cassarole I made on Friday (Thanking my sistah Sharon for that recipe), the last pieced of fish I fried and the salad. I told him to fix what ever.
At 2 pm, Man-child shakes me from a sound sleep and asks "how do I make macaroni?" Then he says, Never mind. Twenty minutes later, he asks "can I fix the tuna fish?" Again, I tell him to fix what ever he wants or go to his Grandmother. He said "she made meat loaf and I don't want any".. Well, you are not hungry.
At 3 pm, Man-child says "Hey Ma, can I grill those chicken breast?" Again, I say don't care. Then he says " well, where is the grill?" In the closet. Then he ask "What do I put on it?" Geoffrey... look in the cabinet. It gets quiet. I get up and go to the kitchen. He is standing there looking silly. The sink is full of dirty dishes from cereal, hamburgers, noodles, tuna fish and what ever else he has tried to cook. I tell him to clean the kitchen and I will fix him something to eat.
After three hours, I was able to fix him grilled chicken, rice with gravy, greens. I also made pasta salad for later and salmon cakes that he could place on the grill. Feeling exhausted, I crawled back to bed. Then, Man-child comes in the room and tells me that his friend LT invited him to dinner and he'll be back in a few hours. All I could do was rub my head and pull the covers up.