Have you ever gotten in a space where you feel like you’re doing EVERYTHING? Where every single exertion of effort seems magnified by the perceived injustice of life? The inequalities, the unfairness, oh the burden of it all!!
When that happens to me I find it useful to think about all of the things I don’t do. Like, for example, laundry. Since we’ve moved into the house last August I think I’ve done laundry (from the color sorting to the final folding) once…maybe twice. Nope, once.
I am an avid participator in the folding of laundry because, if I weren't, there would just be baskets of clean, clothing sitting around. I can almost hear the wrinkles setting in. My husband’s solution to that of course is to either A- not care or B- iron. But ironing is a whole other step that can usually be avoided with the proper timing of dryer extraction and folding.
Yea, I talk a good laundry game but see the original statement about my laundry habits – or lack there of.
If it were left up to me, laundry wouldn’t get done until I was down to the funny looking underwear....
Another thing I don’t do – Garbage/recycling/yard waste collection. I mean, I throw everything into their proper receptacles, but the gathering of bags and the setting out of bins the night before or the morning of grabage day…nah. If I happen to be outside on Friday evening, and it’s still light outside, and I’m not already carrying several bags, and I don’t have to head off a toddler from running into the street, then I MIGHT roll the bins back into the side yard – but I might not.
Vacuum. Yea, I know, what kind of mother am I right? Well, in my defense, I do sweep. But as far as vacuuming goes, even once there is a visible layer of yarn pieces, cereal and graham cracker crumbs, and whatever else…I just start doing my pushups in the bedroom so I don't have to have it within inches of my nose. But if that does happen, I just do exercises where I'm standing :) We only have the one rug in the living room and we don’t wear our shoes past the entry way of the house and like I said, I do sweep. So it can’t be that bad, right?
Those are the big three domestic chores I put in minimal amount of effort into. And I don't feel one twinge of guilt. Besides, I don’t want Mr. Man to feel left out.
My little guy has far out grown this hat that I made for him - it actually fit him best in the summer months. And here we are with October right around the corner and I have yet to start making another 1 (or 3) for this season. I'm slipping.
Oh there's so much to say I don't even know where to start. The two biggest things - My little guy turned 1 year old
and we bought our first house...and I bought a new camera...and we're still unpacking.
Getting settled into a new home takes time - doing it with a toddler around adds a different sort of challenge to say the least. All in all the important things have been taken care of and the living room is finally suitable for 'living'; the kitchen and dining room, on the other hand, are still works-in-progress.
The best part is that somewhere between unpacking, taking care of the little one and spending time with the husband - I've been able to make time for crafting - never mind that a majority of my supplies have been relegated to the garage for the time being (grrr). I've finished a couple more neck warmers. Well, they're almost finished - if I could just find where I put my jar of buttons...I'm also just about done with 2 more pair of earrings. Although, I'm pretty sure the hooks I needs to finish them off with are in the same box that the button jar is in. hmmm.
The bigger point is that I am making time and it's one of the things that's keeping me sane in the chaos that is relocation with child.
The beginning of the week is so full of possibilities. Ambitious lists are made, procrastination is sworn off yet again. Laundry is done (usually on Sundays – Sorry Mrs. Collins) . Above all else, the week’s meals are more or less planned and grocery shopping is done – never on an empty stomach which only leads to disaster of the “why do we have 4 different kinds of frozen pizza in this bag?” type.
O and I didn’t always plan out the menus for the week. Before we had the Little Bean we would pick one or two involved meals from our ever expanding shelf of cookbooks, to cook together – not caring if it wasn’t ready until 9 or 10 o’clock; the preparation was just as fun as the consumption. Now that we have our little guy to contend with, there are several things that have changed our approach to meal preparation
Time – or lack there of. With the current teething situation, Little Bean might wake up after only a couple of hours after he goes do sleep at 7:30, efficiency is key.
Noise – the kitchen and bedroom share a wall so late night clanking of dishes and pots and pans is not welcome.
Tag team – that’s how we cook now instead of together. I’ll cut this while you run the bath water; you start the pasta while I put his PJs on; the timer is set for 15 minutes but stir it a few times so it doesn’t stick while I do story time…and so it goes, until baby is sleep and dinner is ready.
All of this because, baby or not, we still love to cook. But we don't cook every night - hello leftovers - they make lunch the next day (and dinner) much easier.
So, what’s on this week’s menu?
Breakfast: Ginger pumpkin muffins (with crystallized ginger); hard boiled eggs
Dinners: sake sea bass w/ wilted greens and rice; curry sweet potato and butternut squash stew; Cannelloni beans w/ chicken andouille sausage and veggies
Other: marinated vegetable salad
In the spirit of full disclosure, I should say that I made two batches of muffin this week - one breakfast muffin with crystallized ginger pieces and raisins, and one dessert muffin with walnuts and simi-sweet chocolate chipsdelicious. I’ve also been toying with reducing the amount of sugar in the recipes of my baked goods. You can barely tell the difference, and I don’t feel as bad having a muffin for breakfast when I know it’s not entirely sugar laden – I save that for things like cookies and brownies.
Last night was first time since the Little Bean arrived 6 months ago that my muffins haven’t been overcooked (yay me)
The hard boiled eggs are just for me, they're easy to take to work, O doesn’t like hard boiled eggs so he’ll just have to do with muffins until I decide to make frittatas again.