Well here it is. The post we've all known was coming. I. Miss. My. Husband. There we are. I miss him A LOT! This blog has been a fun distraction for me. I spend a good part of my free time coming up with things I want to write about. This morning, I decided a do a post on what's good about the hubs being in OK.
Guess what, I came up with two little things. That made me sad. I could only find two good things, and they were two things I don't even much care about. Sole control of the remote and the whole bed to myself. I really don't watch that much tv and I would much rather share the bed with my husband. This is going to be my life for the next 5 months, and I can only come up with two things...sigh
Of course I can come up with a list a mile long of things that are not so great. Taking out the compost, Roling the huge garbage can down our Mt Everest of a driveway, emptying the diaper pail, making breakfast, packing my lunch, getting myself out of bed, are just some of the things I thought of today.
I pulled out a calendar and mapped out when I would get to see him over the next 5 months. And I came up with a whopping 3 times! MLK weekend, my spring break, and friend's wedding in New Orleans. Woo, three times in 5 months. I know others have it much worse, but for someone who has gotten quite used to having him around everyday for the past 5 years, it is hard.
Other people complain about having to do everything around their house, but I'm lucky, I have a husband who does just as much as I do. He helps cook, clean, do laundry, wash dishes, and he helps out a great deal with MA.
My assistant principal asked me Friday when Jordan left why wasn't I crying in a corner somewhere. I don't really know why exactly, but despite missing him terribly I haven't cried, not once. I am a crier there is no doubt about that, but I have just too much to do to sit down and cry.
One of the things my husband is best at is listening to me ramble on about all of my stories from the day, and the blog has turned into my "ear" for all of my stories and complaints. I am not saying woe is me or anything like that. I know I am fine and I know we will be fine, but I am just acknowledging that even though I say I am fine, I do miss him a whole awful lot.
The sun will come up tomorrow and the world will keep turning, but it would be a lot nicer if he were closer.
Monday, January 7, 2013
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Chicken potpie take 1
I like to experiment with foods and come up with easy new recipes. At church was alternate cooking teams for Wednesday night dinners, and our week is coming up soon. I decided to come up with a super easy chicken potpie recipe that could feed 80 or so.
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| So easy! |
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| addtional 10 waiting for their turn in the KitchenAde |
I know the best part of chicken potpie is the crust, but puff pastry for 80 is expensive. I decided to improvise with canned biscuits. I pulled at the edges to kind of flatten them out. Placed them on top and baked for about 20 min.
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| Ta-Da! |
****three posts in a row; I might be addicted!
Friday, January 4, 2013
Crafty Corner
Well single parent night one has been a rousing success! MA was fed a nutritious dinner, got quality play time with Poppy and Ru, bathed, and put down for the night. I am woman, hear me roar! No really, night time is a team effort around here, and I've done it alone probably 10 times in 15 months. Pitiful, yes I know, but true.
Anyway, I decided to be crafty tonight rather than sit around and play on Pinterest or eat. A friend had made a similar one after seeing one similar on Pinterest. She got her frame from Hobby Lobby and it is adorable. I wanted one, but as a trip to HL isn't going to happen in the immediate future I decided to make one.
The frame came from the deep caverns of my parent's hall closet/ random junk basket. It was just plain silver, cute but not great. If you know me, you know I was a glitzy pageant girl on a budget in college. My Mom and I got awesome a creating beautiful bejeweled creations. We have a small stash of rhinestones left that we keep in a cute little Vera along with accessories like glue, applicators, and other "stuff."
Some genius (me) left the top of the glue open last time I rhinestoned a dress for a girl for her Jr. Miss talent outfit. Undeterred, I decided a glue gun would work. That means I would have to put each individual rhinestone in searing hot glue by hand. Not my brightest moment. At one point I think I actually saw the tip of my finger smoking from accidentally hitting hot glue.
After two hours and a few burned fingers, I have to say I think it is pretty cute! At least my rings get to hang somewhere pretty while I cook and do the dishes!
Anyway, I decided to be crafty tonight rather than sit around and play on Pinterest or eat. A friend had made a similar one after seeing one similar on Pinterest. She got her frame from Hobby Lobby and it is adorable. I wanted one, but as a trip to HL isn't going to happen in the immediate future I decided to make one.
The frame came from the deep caverns of my parent's hall closet/ random junk basket. It was just plain silver, cute but not great. If you know me, you know I was a glitzy pageant girl on a budget in college. My Mom and I got awesome a creating beautiful bejeweled creations. We have a small stash of rhinestones left that we keep in a cute little Vera along with accessories like glue, applicators, and other "stuff."
Some genius (me) left the top of the glue open last time I rhinestoned a dress for a girl for her Jr. Miss talent outfit. Undeterred, I decided a glue gun would work. That means I would have to put each individual rhinestone in searing hot glue by hand. Not my brightest moment. At one point I think I actually saw the tip of my finger smoking from accidentally hitting hot glue.
After two hours and a few burned fingers, I have to say I think it is pretty cute! At least my rings get to hang somewhere pretty while I cook and do the dishes!
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Why I won't be winning the "Mom of the Year Award"
As Jordan gets ready to leave tomorrow, I have been faced with all sorts of apprehensions on being a single parent for 5-6 months. Today I got a good taste of all I have to look forward to. MA was in a particular mood today despite taking a full 2 hour morning nap. Anytime one thing didn't go exactly as she wanted she would grunt, whine, and scream. This is not cute at all!
She is a rather head strong child who expects everything to bend to her will....not sure where that comes from :) In 15 short months we have had all sorts of bumps, scrapes, and bruises. She even had her first stitches at 9 months, but that is another story for another day. MA can be absolutely fearless about everything (except strangers, those are terrifying). She will push, pull, and climb on everything. She does not watch where she walks, but rather pushes any obstacle out of her way. If it cannot be pushed, she will climb it. If she can't climb it, she will scream until it is removed from her path. (Once again, no idea where this demanding personality came from)
Anyway, as mentioned earlier, I will be single parenting for the next few months, and if the afternoon is any indication, I think we are both in for an interesting ride. MA can pull the kitchen cabinets out just far enough to stick a little hand in and either get it stuck or retrieve some "treasure". Today these treasures included a whole box of plastic cutlery that she spread all over the floor. Once those were picked up, (imagine pick up sticks with a toddler, fun I tell ya) she then managed to pull out some paper plates and also spread them across the kitchen. I still am trying to figure out how the paper plates got out of the cabinet since his little opening is literally only big enough to put a little toddler's hand through.
After I this kitchen fun, I decided we should play with some of her toys in the living room. Well that was not to her liking as she could not pull a toy out of her purse sideways while also holding half of the opening closed. We got very red faced and irritated at that purse, and decided to make a break for the kitchen again.
I retrieved her from the kitchen once more and pulled out the music set she got for Christmas. Well, this was not nearly as much fun as the kitchen, and she once more attempted to make a break for the kitchen. The only problem was her drum was in the way. Of course, as I mentioned earlier, obstacles are no big deal, and she decided to just go full speed with the idea it will move out of her way. It did not move. Crash, boom, bam, she falls and instantly starts her I'm dying scream. As I hear this at least 10 times a day, I paid no mind, scooped her up and held her.
Anytime she injures herself she puts her hand to her mouth, whether she stubs her toe, skins her knee, or bangs her nose. Of course being the A+ mom I am, I didn't even bother to look at her mouth since this is always the first thing she grabs when she decides she is hurt. Only after she took her and out of her mouth to get a deep breath between screams did I notice her hand was covered with blood.
Now if you have ever met MA you know she guards her mouth tighter than Ft. Knox. No one and I mean no one gets to look at those teeth. So here is the scene a screaming baby with blood all over her mouth and she is pulling away every time I even try to glance in her mouth to see what is bleeding.
She loves to suck on bath cloths, so I gave her a cold wet one to suck on until she could calm down enough for me to look in her mouth. Once she has calmed her self from the trauma that was hitting her mouth, I get her cranked up again by trying to look and see what is bleeding. I determine it is only her lip and no tooth damage but by this time she is worked up enough to need another cool bath cloth since she has decided a paci simply will not do.
Well, while I'm getting that, she decides she needs to pull everything off the bathroom shelves I just cleaned. I say NO firmly and she looks and me a screams loudly. She turns back and starts to grab things again; she gets another NO. I get another red-faced scream. She pulls a basket off and gets a pop with a NO. More screams and she yanks another basket down. A pop on the hand, a swift scoop of the girl, and a speedy exit from the bathroom follows.
Now we have gotten all worked up over not getting to play in the kitchen cabinets, hitting our mouth, and not getting to pull everything out of the bathroom. We both need a break. I pull out some toys, and she makes a break for the kitchen. Expecting this move, I put up the babygate blocking her path to the kitchen.
In protest MA stands beside the gate pointing at it and screaming waiting for her path to be unblocked. Fortunately for both of us her Daddy came home at this point. If this afternoon is any indication on the next 5 months I think MA and I are in for quite a ride, and as the title indicates I will not be winning any mother of the year awards :)
She is a rather head strong child who expects everything to bend to her will....not sure where that comes from :) In 15 short months we have had all sorts of bumps, scrapes, and bruises. She even had her first stitches at 9 months, but that is another story for another day. MA can be absolutely fearless about everything (except strangers, those are terrifying). She will push, pull, and climb on everything. She does not watch where she walks, but rather pushes any obstacle out of her way. If it cannot be pushed, she will climb it. If she can't climb it, she will scream until it is removed from her path. (Once again, no idea where this demanding personality came from)
Anyway, as mentioned earlier, I will be single parenting for the next few months, and if the afternoon is any indication, I think we are both in for an interesting ride. MA can pull the kitchen cabinets out just far enough to stick a little hand in and either get it stuck or retrieve some "treasure". Today these treasures included a whole box of plastic cutlery that she spread all over the floor. Once those were picked up, (imagine pick up sticks with a toddler, fun I tell ya) she then managed to pull out some paper plates and also spread them across the kitchen. I still am trying to figure out how the paper plates got out of the cabinet since his little opening is literally only big enough to put a little toddler's hand through.
After I this kitchen fun, I decided we should play with some of her toys in the living room. Well that was not to her liking as she could not pull a toy out of her purse sideways while also holding half of the opening closed. We got very red faced and irritated at that purse, and decided to make a break for the kitchen again.
I retrieved her from the kitchen once more and pulled out the music set she got for Christmas. Well, this was not nearly as much fun as the kitchen, and she once more attempted to make a break for the kitchen. The only problem was her drum was in the way. Of course, as I mentioned earlier, obstacles are no big deal, and she decided to just go full speed with the idea it will move out of her way. It did not move. Crash, boom, bam, she falls and instantly starts her I'm dying scream. As I hear this at least 10 times a day, I paid no mind, scooped her up and held her.
Anytime she injures herself she puts her hand to her mouth, whether she stubs her toe, skins her knee, or bangs her nose. Of course being the A+ mom I am, I didn't even bother to look at her mouth since this is always the first thing she grabs when she decides she is hurt. Only after she took her and out of her mouth to get a deep breath between screams did I notice her hand was covered with blood.
Now if you have ever met MA you know she guards her mouth tighter than Ft. Knox. No one and I mean no one gets to look at those teeth. So here is the scene a screaming baby with blood all over her mouth and she is pulling away every time I even try to glance in her mouth to see what is bleeding.
She loves to suck on bath cloths, so I gave her a cold wet one to suck on until she could calm down enough for me to look in her mouth. Once she has calmed her self from the trauma that was hitting her mouth, I get her cranked up again by trying to look and see what is bleeding. I determine it is only her lip and no tooth damage but by this time she is worked up enough to need another cool bath cloth since she has decided a paci simply will not do.
Well, while I'm getting that, she decides she needs to pull everything off the bathroom shelves I just cleaned. I say NO firmly and she looks and me a screams loudly. She turns back and starts to grab things again; she gets another NO. I get another red-faced scream. She pulls a basket off and gets a pop with a NO. More screams and she yanks another basket down. A pop on the hand, a swift scoop of the girl, and a speedy exit from the bathroom follows.
Now we have gotten all worked up over not getting to play in the kitchen cabinets, hitting our mouth, and not getting to pull everything out of the bathroom. We both need a break. I pull out some toys, and she makes a break for the kitchen. Expecting this move, I put up the babygate blocking her path to the kitchen.
In protest MA stands beside the gate pointing at it and screaming waiting for her path to be unblocked. Fortunately for both of us her Daddy came home at this point. If this afternoon is any indication on the next 5 months I think MA and I are in for quite a ride, and as the title indicates I will not be winning any mother of the year awards :)
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