Some things are just not meant to last forever. Summertime, a good pair of shoes, a delicious cookie, a relationship. It’s an unfortunate part of life. What sucks is when anything ends, it brings change. I HATE CHANGE. I don’t really do well with it. All you can do is hope that through all the tears, that it’s for the best and learn from it. Because those shoes lasted me a realllllly long time!
On a different note, (no pun intended, ok, well maybe it was a little bit intended), the French horn is coming along. The moose is dying a lot less, and noise is flowing a bit better; almost like, music.
HALLOWEEN IS EVERYWHERE!!! And I’m here to help! What’s your favorite candy in your kids’ pillowcase at the end of the night on 10/31? Don’t bullshit me. I know you browse their case. I know I do! I love the Milky Ways and the Tootsie Rolls. Here is where my help comes in!!
- 2 parts rootbeer
- 1 part Kahlua
Mix, add ice. Tastes just like a Tootsie Roll. Just. Like. It. Yummmmm
These will help you deal with change. Ok, so maybe they will help me with change!
Mother’s Day. I love it and I don’t love it all at the same time. I love it because I am a Mom. I love being a mom. It is the most difficult job in the world, and the one where the little people I work for actually like me ( except for the days where I’m the meanest mom ever!). Moms, as a workforce are completely under appreciated. We work magic, and kids (and significant others for that matter) think that that is they way it’s supposed to be. Mostly because we do it effortlessly. News flash: We would like to be appreciated!! Even if it is for just one day.
I’m now focused on the ol’ man. Here is where the “I don’t love it” part comes. I think I’ve built up such an unrealistic expectation of “I would like to be appreciated”, that when I’m not, even just a little on this day, I get pissed. I don’t want brunch or beautiful flowers. Just a “Hey can I make you coffee?” or “Let me do the dishes.” would have been fantastical. I made the coffee, breakfast and did the dishes. That set the mood. And then I heard “I don’t get a thank you for getting you a paper?” ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME??? He doesn’t thank me the other 51 weeks of the year when I go out to get the paper. Petty? Absolutely. Am I fully aware of the ridiculousness of how I sound? Yup. Does it change the way I was feeling? Nope. I am grateful to be a mom. Even to his kids. I know there are a ton of women who can’t have kids. Even Autumn was an IUI baby. Nevermind. Just a little appreciation from him, I suppose is what I was looking for. I sound stupid. Oh of course there’s more. I’m saving it for the therapist.
730 Kisses. One for every day we have been dating. Well, it didn’t quite work out to be exactly 730 kisses. I’m sure there was a day or two or 50 that I was pissed at him or out of town that there were no kisses. So it’s pretty exact 🙂 It’s been a crazy couple of years. Even through the craziness I remember our first date like it was yesterday. It was awkward. I remember thinking, “Yep this is going no where. Back to the internet.” He was pretty persistant about going out again. And honestly, who could not want this cuteness??!! But I liked his quirkiness..and he was funny, so I went. Again, and yet again. We finally clicked and here we are a couple of years later. We aren’t a super gifty sort of couple, we have 3 kids after all. They are all the gift we need 😉 So gifts for each other aren’t top of the financial priority list. He wanted the Gilligan’s Island Box set, simple because he thinks Maryann is hot, and score I found it!! Most importantly of course, is the 730 (give or take) kisses! I used just an old-style candy jar, ribbon and some scrapbook paper!
It’s finally the weekend!! Thank goodness! It was a long week at work, and the break is welcomed. 🙂 It’s supposed to be the ex’s weekend with the bugger, I mean my lovey, but he didn’t come. Yet again (6th week in a row this bout). Parenting for his own daughter is optional for him. When it first started happening, he would not show a weekend here, weekend there, then it became more consistent. I thought, is this a guy thing? Then I met my ol’ man and realized fairly quickly it is NOT a guy thing. He adores the kids. Parenting for him was not an option. Autumn doesn’t realize how lucky she is to have him in her life. Especially since her own dad makes her his lowest priority.
It is why I plan out every meal. And OMG, that is a pain in the… Kids are picky. Heaven forbid they like something remotely healthy. Sometimes I think they secretly like the healthy stuff, they just like to give me a hard time. And I keep trying!! 🙂 But the healthy dinners aren’t only for them, it’s very much for Rob and I. Every step on the treadmill, every bicep curl has a purpose. It is to be healthy. I need to be around as long as possible. If for nothing else, to make sure Autumn never has to live with a parent who does not make her a priority.
What do you do with the 9yo on a whim that loves to cook? You make Banana Bread of course!!!!
3 Bananas, mashed 2C Flour 1C Sugar 1tsp Baking Soda 1 Egg, unbeaten 1tsp Salt 1/3C Cooking Oil 1tsp Baking Powder
Stir bananas, sugar, egg and oil until well mixed. Add flour, soda, salt and baking powder and beat until smooth. Bake at 350*F for one hour.