Today, every time I walk past, step over (or on), or otherwise notice a piece of plastic crap, I am going to pick it up and throw it away. You know the stuff I’m talking about. Most of it is smaller than a quarter and worth even less. It’s the plastic spiders from Chuck E Hell, the magic ring from a carnival 6 months ago, bouncy balls from goody bags, and trash from the dollar store. Somehow it all becomes “my special thing” and can’t be parted with.
I’ve said this before but today I’m serious. I’ve got on a big hoodie sweatshirt with a pouch and will be loading it up. Anything I see during the morning I’ll scoop up but naptime is when I’ll attack the playroom. I’m sorry landfill but I can’t even pretend to clean or organize the playroom with all this crap.
I’ll give a status report tomorrow
S is super into science all of a sudden and when I told her it was going to be really cold the next few days she asked if she could make water freeze outside. Figuring that was an easy way to win Cool Mom status for the day I said yes and we happily stuck a small plastic cup of water on the back deck.
Fast forward 25 minutes and my little scientist asks if she can use another cup with food coloring. Sure, what the heck. Then it turns into multiple cups with food coloring and “mommy, don’t you think a real scientist would want to see if the red and blue makes purple water turns into ice faster than the yellow and blue make green water”? I know I should be encouraging her interests and enriching her and all that crap and I’m sure that all over Pin.terest, moms better than me are doing all this and more. But ya know what…the thermometer on the deck read 19 degrees while this was going on. And that’s farking cold.
So I wrote this a few hours ago and didn’t get to publish it. This turned into a really fun thing and now I feel badly about complaining. They both loved sticking their fingers through the thin layers of ice and then watching it get thicker. And that the food coloring separated. Yeah, it was cold but they were fired up enough to make it exciting. Lesson learned…
I am giving myself ‘permission’ to start up my blogging again with something that makes me happy. The therapy can start later.
A while ago all of our non stick pans started to get all nasty and I was reading more and more about how those chemicals are not good for you. But when I had done stainless steel in the past, they were a major pain in the ass to clean up. Which led me to cast iron. My mom always used her cast iron pans and I honestly don’t know why I hadn’t thought of it sooner. I got one skillet pan and I am a complete convert. Super easy to clean, goes from the stove top to the oven, and helps beef up my iron since I don’t eat that much red meat anymore. When I say I’m a convert I mean I am OBSESSED. For Christmas I wanted a cast iron dutch oven. I make a ton of soups in the winter and wanted to retire my non stick. I was obviously a very good girl because I had one heavy ass box under the tree and it was my dutch oven. Have I made any soup yet you ask? Nope, but I am now even more obsessed than I was before and it is all because of this bread:
I have no idea how I stumbled across this woman’s blog but between her bread, her cultured butter recipe, and her famous mac n cheese, I just want her to adopt me. Or I just want to make bread and butter all day long and get fat and be happy. Seriously, this bread makes me so happy and is so ridiculously easy I’m almost embarrassed. Since New Years I’ve made 5 different loaves for various occasions. It makes my house smell good and makes me feel all domestic goddess like. I made one today just so the house would smell like fresh bread on this rainy yucky day. I’m planning on walking it over to a neighbor later. I have a real problem.
Thanks everyone for sticking around and welcoming me back! You have no idea (or maybe you do and that’s why you’re all so awesome) how nice it is to have a space where, no matter how long you’ve been away, it’s still your comfy little place where you can be exactly yourself.
Some people have friends like that. It doesn’t matter when you’ve last talked or last saw each other, you can always pick up right where you left off. I’ve got one real person like that. And I’d love to say that I don’t take her and that friendship for granted but I do sometimes. She does on her end too, but it doesn’t matter. And I do here too. And thank you for not letting it matter.
I’ve got a lot of stuff I want to get out over the next few months and it’s one of those times I’m going to be using you all. I don’t have the time or money for therapy right now so this is it. I won’t be all doom and gloom, I promise. I’ve also got a lot of frivolous, fun stuff I want to talk about too. I am nothing if not frivolous sometimes 😉
It was interesting to see that ‘permission’ rang a bell for all of you too. Thinking about it and looking back over old posts it is something I’ve always struggled with. I always qualify my feelings somehow. I’m going to work on it here first and then hopefully take it out into real life. Thanks for sticking around for this ride.
This week I got both a new planner and a new computer. That, coupled with some new goals for myself, gives me time AND permission to blog!
That is going to be my word for the new year….permission. The late summer and fall were rough for me. And it was all compounded by me not giving myself permission to feel what I was feeling. I’ve done it my whole life. I’ve written these exact words here before too. So I know I’m a little late for the new years posts but you’ll all have bear with me. My goal is to blog out a lot of the things that were bothering me in the fall and sort of figure out what this space is now. I certainly don’t feel like a ”mommy blogger”. I’m hoping to write at least twice a week. And to comment again. Between the planner and computer, I’ve got the tools to do this 😉