Thursday, May 8, 2014

The Mom Song

I heard this song for the first time a few years ago and thought it was pretty funny-- then I heard it on the radio this morning on my way home from dropping my kids off at school and it made me cry (???!!). Of course I'm a crier, no news there, but this was weird even for me. So I thought about it and realized that overwhelming emotion I was feeling was solidarity. You read that right. A heavy moment of solidarity. With this woman singing the song, and all the other countless women throughout the world's history who have said these same things to their children. I mean, how many times has the phrase "chew with your mouth closed" been uttered since the dawn of civilization? I am in good company, you know? I also may have reached new depths of lame. Until I decided to blog about it...and TOTALLY redeemed myself.

Just an hour earlier my song had been: brush your teeth! hurry up! out of bed now! eat your breakfast! lean over! have you brushed your teeth? where's your lunch? comb your hair! try that again in a respectful voice! sit down! brush your teeth! hurry we're going to be late! come back and give me a hug! did you get your homework? you have 2 minutes to finish your breakfast! one minute thirty seconds! don't get distracted! get in the car! homework! library books! lunches! brush your teeth! hurry hurry hurry! have a great day! I'll see you after school! I love you!!! You'll be late unless you run!

Sure I nag. Sure I sound pretty annoying (just ask Hinckley). Sure I could do it all better. But I don't because I'm already doing the best I can. I am doing the best I can.

I love being a mom. It's nothing new. It's not groundbreaking. But it's who I was meant to be.

One of the blogs I follow, Clover Lane, has been doing a series called Coming Home, with different women's journeys to motherhood. I have loved so much reading about all these women who feel the way I feel, who are part of my sisterhood. Solidarity, sister (*fist bump*).

So in a nutshell: crazy normal morning+100.7FM+ billions of women= having a moment in the minivan

Then I got home and cried again because I wanted cookies for breakfast and we don't have any.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Meet Your Dinner

Last night I made the most delicious dinner and I feel the need to share the love because you probably have never had these. And YOU SHOULD! They're Pot Roast Tacos from Mountain Mama Cooks and they are just delectable. Finger-lickin'. Yummity yum yummy. I am literally just finishing off my last bite of lunch leftovers so I can't give you a picture of my own particular taco, but I'll show you Mountain Mama's.
I don't make mine exactly like hers. I make my pot roast plain and simple...no onions or veggies, just s&p, garlic powder and water or broth, mostly because I like to save my effort for...I don't know exactly, but not that. I also don't do the caramelized onions-- a general rule for me, same reason as above. I actually did make them once, but I thought it almost detracted from the heavenly pot roast/horseradish combo. I add thinly sliced cabbage (raw) to mine, like the plain coleslaw mix, which I think adds a delightful freshness and crunch. And now I'm wishing I had started this post twenty minutes ago before I snarfed down my last taco so you could see a picture, but whatcha gonna do? These are just too delicious for words. Try them. 

I got a pressure cooker for my birthday. I've only used it once because I promptly lost the instruction manual and it seems I never have time in the midst of dinner prep to figure out how to work the durned thing via Google. But the once I did use it (last night for a certain pot roast) it took me one hour--read it ONE HOUR--to make a roast that would have taken 8 in my crockpot or dutch oven. Why are people not more into these things? That's amazing!

Thomas is getting his tonsils out in a few weeks. The poor boy is beside himself. WITH JOY, people! Sorry for all the caps today, I'm not sure what's going on. He's so excited that he asks me at least once a day if he can do it sooner.  And then gets mad when I tell him no. Every time. Like it's news. He is going to be in for one great big disappointment pretty soon here, but I'd appreciate everyone just going along with it. The ice cream! The pudding! The popsicles! Yeah, like that. 

That's all. Mostly just make the tacos.