Remind Me To Never Start Dinner Past 7 Again

Yesterday was one of those days where I'm in a great mood, everything seems to be going smoothly, I start dinner around 7-ish...late because I talked to my mom on the phone for too long.  I knew I'd be doing it in spurts because the baby was going to be requiring my attention, he needed a bath, and he would need to be put to bed which can take a while.

My dinner plan last night was: beans, rice, enchiladas.

The beans were going to take about 2 and a half hours.  They needed frequent checking on because I needed to keep adding water once they absorbed it and I also needed to stir them every now then so they wouldn't stick to the bottom.

For the rice I needed to make the sauce which I do by putting tomatoes, garlic, and onion in my blender and then pouring that on my toasted rice before adding water.  That would be easy if I didn't have a baby that started fussing.

Then I realized I hadn't even started my chicken for my enchiladas.  So I get out another pot to boil them.

I again realized I needed to saute some onions and chiles and make a sauce for my chicken...eye was starting to twitch.

Had to take fussy Piggie Smalls to give him his bath.  This was right before 8pm.  Then I took a quick shower myself while the baby fussed and I sang "The Wonderpets" main theme song the entire time, trying to keep him from totally losing it.  It kept him interested just long enough.

I go stir my beans, start my rice, and then go put the baby to bed.  This took about 45 minutes.  Nursing, rocking & singing, nursing again...tried to move slowly off the bed but he woke up, so more nursing.

Finally I'm back in the kitchen again.  Beans and rice were pretty much done, but I still needed to shred the chicken.

At that point, I realized that I needed to make the tortillas.  I wanted to kick myself for being so ambitious when I was at the store and thinking "I'll make my own tortillas!".  I have a 7 month old, I don't have the luxury of making my own tortillas and assuring that I'll get any sleep in the same day if I do!

So I had to shred the chicken and mix it so I could make way for my tortillas on the stove top.

And then...I realized I had no can opener because my other one had broken.  I was going to use canned sauce to put on top of my enchiladas and there was NO WAY I was going to make that from scratch because my feet were hurting and it was past 10pm.

So what did I do you ask?  Oh, I took a little steak knife and stabbed the top of the can until I made a hole.  And then I vigorously shook the can to get the sauce out and into my dish. 

It was well past 11pm after all was said and done.  Then I had the problem of having hot food that I couldn't just put in the fridge right away.  So I went back to my room and read some blogs, nursed Piggie Smalls, and at around 12:30am, I went into the kitchen and put it all away.  I froze half of the beans so I can have those for later use and put some of the food in tupperware for my husband's lunch.

And then I devoured two enchiladas while standing over the stove.  They were sooooo good...oh my goodness...and at that precise moment, I was very happy I had home-made the tortillas.