If you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen!

Why? Why oh why do I bitch and complain about dinner not being ready when my ass gets home from a grueling day in the office. I'm not married, nor do I have kids. So I can't expect dinner to be prepaired by a spouse or chillen's. But I rent out of my mother's house, to help her and Ida (Ida who is out on disability) keep the house.

Not only do I do the grocery shopping, and various duties, but I cook too. However there are some nights when there is just NO MORE ENERGY when I get home to cook. So that's when I get cranky, when I find Ida and my mother watching tv, and dinner isn't ready.

Anyway Monday night I get home, and my mother has been home lounging on the couch. Ida had put together a salad which was cool. I went up to change, and got stuck on the computer chatting w/ a friend in Arizona. Anyway, by the time my mother decided she 'couldn't wait for me to decide to cook' put Lentil soup on.

Now guys & girls this is Lentil Soup from a can. We're talking Progesso. The type of soup you pop the top of the can, pour in pot and heat until boiling or near boiling. Not too difficult. Huh? So you can only believe my shock and horror to find that when emptying the pot to put in the dish washer, soup was scorched (smashed baked on lentils and all) to the bottom of the pot! WHO THE HELL CAN MANAGE BURNING SOUP???? While standing there in front of the stove no less???

And you can only imagine my further amusement when the next morning she said to Ida that she no longer can eat lentils. She wasn't feeling well from the soup.

So ok. I am cranky. I like to have a hot meal waiting for me from time to time. Am I wrong for that? But should I get pissy, knowing that my mother is such a poor cook that she burns soup? Or should I take pity on her that even her own cooking gets her ill?