What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?”
― George Eliot
I strongly believe in the above statement. So you can imagine my dismay when my loving CFO pulled a typical "CFO/H" move this morning. I want to take the new laptop on our very last minute, traveling without him, but with our two kids, trip this weekend. It is lighter. Period. And instead of just saying two of the most treasured words in the English language (when put together), "of course", he informed me that the difference between the two laptops was "about a pound". Leaving me to interpret that I should take the heavier one because a pound really isn't that big of a deal. Did I mention the new laptop is smaller AND lighter. Oh, and the fact that I'm traveling with a 6 month old (who requires me to CARRY her) and a 3.5 yo who has NEVER flown before. So the motto is "the easier the better". Yet instead of readily agreeing, said CFO has to be glib. Really? This.is.not.the.time. Just give me the f*^%ing laptop, upload a gazillion (or just a few) movies and surprise me with a thoughtful bunch of flowers for my never ending, put a smile on my face (forced) flexibility. Don't BS about a pound, because when traveling with two kids (again, one being a carry-on item), everything makes a difference. This isn't rocket science. It's obvious, in your face sh*#. So get it together loving CFO because this President is pulling rank. You make my life easier. I make your life easier. It's.just.that.simple.
So here's to you Ms. Eliot and your words to live by.
Word. J
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Running a Business
My business feels like its failing. I run it out of my home. I have three employees (four if you count the beta fish, but he's pretty much useless, so let's keep it at three for now) and a CFO. I, of course, am the President. The thing is I pretty much have to do everything since my employees are 3.5 yo, 6 mo old and a Rat Terrier. My CFO is amazing, but works another job full-time leaving little time for this business at home. This feels like it should be easier, but it's not. Every day holds new surprises. Trying to anticipate the needs of my employees, pray that the Rat Terrier doesn't sue for negligence if she has yet another seizure, and keep the business running smoothly is nearly impossible. Throw in some heavy life sh*#, and I don't even know where to start each day. Can you relate? Or is it just me?
I can't seem to keep up with the demands of this job. The endless laundry, cleaning, organizing and reorganizing, etc etc. Did I mention I run this business 24 hours a day/7 days a week. There are no sick days. No easy vacations, as employees must be taken care of in my absence. And I don't feel like I'm allowed to have 'bad' or 'off' days since I directly influence those below me. I still have them, but I feel extra terrible from the guilt of having them.
This particular job lacks concrete direction and objectives. It requires a keen sense of self-discipline, patience, flexibility, ability to have a sense of humor despite feeling anything but humorous, and to see both the big and small picture of each and every day. This job lays the groundwork for my small employees to eventually run their own businesses. Oh, the self-induced pressure. It really is since as long as I lead by example (and feel confident that it's a good example MOST of the time), the kids will be alright.
So I should probably go and get some much need work done. I'm going to make a concerted effort to put a smile on my face and dig deep for that sense of humor I mentioned earlier. I feel I'm suffereing from one of my worst qualities as of late ~ taking myself WAY TOO SERIOUSLY. It's an affliction I've suffered from, well, for as long as I can remember (which honestly isn't that long since I have a terrible memory).
The moral of this story is...lighten up. The business isn't actually going to fail, at least not in the long-term. And there are worse things than not getting the laundry done (or put away), having a messy workspace AKA playroom or being surrounded by pissed employees. At least my fellow co-workers running their own businesses are amazing, always make me laugh and are there to lift me up when I've fallen (like hard, head-first into concrete...or at least, that's what it feels like).
So, here's to other "Presidents"...while we make NO money and receive NO benefits (like health, retirement, etc)...we still have the best job (most days).
Peace. J
I can't seem to keep up with the demands of this job. The endless laundry, cleaning, organizing and reorganizing, etc etc. Did I mention I run this business 24 hours a day/7 days a week. There are no sick days. No easy vacations, as employees must be taken care of in my absence. And I don't feel like I'm allowed to have 'bad' or 'off' days since I directly influence those below me. I still have them, but I feel extra terrible from the guilt of having them.
This particular job lacks concrete direction and objectives. It requires a keen sense of self-discipline, patience, flexibility, ability to have a sense of humor despite feeling anything but humorous, and to see both the big and small picture of each and every day. This job lays the groundwork for my small employees to eventually run their own businesses. Oh, the self-induced pressure. It really is since as long as I lead by example (and feel confident that it's a good example MOST of the time), the kids will be alright.
So I should probably go and get some much need work done. I'm going to make a concerted effort to put a smile on my face and dig deep for that sense of humor I mentioned earlier. I feel I'm suffereing from one of my worst qualities as of late ~ taking myself WAY TOO SERIOUSLY. It's an affliction I've suffered from, well, for as long as I can remember (which honestly isn't that long since I have a terrible memory).
The moral of this story is...lighten up. The business isn't actually going to fail, at least not in the long-term. And there are worse things than not getting the laundry done (or put away), having a messy workspace AKA playroom or being surrounded by pissed employees. At least my fellow co-workers running their own businesses are amazing, always make me laugh and are there to lift me up when I've fallen (like hard, head-first into concrete...or at least, that's what it feels like).
So, here's to other "Presidents"...while we make NO money and receive NO benefits (like health, retirement, etc)...we still have the best job (most days).
Peace. J
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
"Cooking is like love.
It should be entered into with abandon or not at all." Harriet Van Horne
Oh, do I agree with that statement. I.love.food. I believe that meals should be thoroughly enjoyed, savored and discussed ad nauseum. My husband recently told me that "I'm too into my meals." I took it as a compliment. It was not intended as one. I didn't care.
I feel like food is my birthright. Everyone, specifically my dad's side (the Huba's), loves food. And we have an amazing ability to remember meals long after they are done. Food touches our souls, not just feeds it. Food resurrects our childhood. Make me a pound cake and I will think of my Nanny Huba. She used to make me a pound cake almost every visit to Peekskill, NY. And I loved them. And I absolutely adored her. Silver dollar pancakes, also a Nanny-specialty. She kept her bread in the oven and always had delicious New York cold cuts on hand. And I can't forget the Entemann's Crumb Coffee Cake. Again, a staple during our visits. Food doesn't always have to be homemade, but it does have to be quality in my humble opinion.
Food brings people together. Everyone has food in common. Yet food also sets us apart. Every family, culture, region has their specialty. Isn't that what makes traveling so fun? Trying new foods, exposing taste buds to something out of their comfort zone. Isn't that how we grow? Exploring, trying new things but always coming back to what we know best, a good (hopefully locally grown - plug) home cooked meal.
I could write about food all day, everyday. But think I should break to make my kid some breakfast. A cereal bar doesn't really qualify as a meal. Nope, she deserves a freshly blended smoothie and maybe I'll whip up some silver dollar pancakes as they never go out of style.
Here's to you Nanny. May you look down and feel relieved your "foodie" gene was successful passed. And your memory forever honored through recipes handed down and new ones tested out on my beautiful, food-loving family.
Peace. J
Oh, do I agree with that statement. I.love.food. I believe that meals should be thoroughly enjoyed, savored and discussed ad nauseum. My husband recently told me that "I'm too into my meals." I took it as a compliment. It was not intended as one. I didn't care.
I feel like food is my birthright. Everyone, specifically my dad's side (the Huba's), loves food. And we have an amazing ability to remember meals long after they are done. Food touches our souls, not just feeds it. Food resurrects our childhood. Make me a pound cake and I will think of my Nanny Huba. She used to make me a pound cake almost every visit to Peekskill, NY. And I loved them. And I absolutely adored her. Silver dollar pancakes, also a Nanny-specialty. She kept her bread in the oven and always had delicious New York cold cuts on hand. And I can't forget the Entemann's Crumb Coffee Cake. Again, a staple during our visits. Food doesn't always have to be homemade, but it does have to be quality in my humble opinion.
Food brings people together. Everyone has food in common. Yet food also sets us apart. Every family, culture, region has their specialty. Isn't that what makes traveling so fun? Trying new foods, exposing taste buds to something out of their comfort zone. Isn't that how we grow? Exploring, trying new things but always coming back to what we know best, a good (hopefully locally grown - plug) home cooked meal.
I could write about food all day, everyday. But think I should break to make my kid some breakfast. A cereal bar doesn't really qualify as a meal. Nope, she deserves a freshly blended smoothie and maybe I'll whip up some silver dollar pancakes as they never go out of style.
Here's to you Nanny. May you look down and feel relieved your "foodie" gene was successful passed. And your memory forever honored through recipes handed down and new ones tested out on my beautiful, food-loving family.
Peace. J
Friday, February 11, 2011
Sleep benefits...
everyone in my household. Hey, sleep benefits everyone around the world. But for now, let's concentrate on a smaller scale, like right here, right now. My girls are still in bed. It's 8:00 am. They both slept soundly through the night. I think we're on night 2 or 3. This wasn't always so unusual, but kids go through stages, right? E went on a 2 month kick of sleeping great, then back pedaled a bit. B's paci took flight with the fairy and she back pedaled a bit. Now we are cruising again. This could end at any point, but I'll take what I can get. And right now, that's uninterrupted sleep. A thing of beauty and wonder and oh so good for my sanity.
I'm alert and ready for the day. And it's so nice. It's so nice to wake up happy and restful instead of cranky and tired. I know that may sound simple, who wouldn't want the former, and I know I have the power to wake up any way I want because I control my attitude...blah blah blah. But it's so much easier to "control my attitude" in a positive fashion when I've gotten at least 6 hours of sleep.
While I'd love to continue writing, I actually need to wake 3.5 yo up. She has a date at the Disney Ice Show this fine morning. And her ride will be here in less than an hour. Little lady needs to get up and get moving and pick out her favorite costume for the show. And then I get to snuggle my sweet baby E and clean and clean and clean. Yay for putting off chores...but that's another post all together.
Peace. J
I'm alert and ready for the day. And it's so nice. It's so nice to wake up happy and restful instead of cranky and tired. I know that may sound simple, who wouldn't want the former, and I know I have the power to wake up any way I want because I control my attitude...blah blah blah. But it's so much easier to "control my attitude" in a positive fashion when I've gotten at least 6 hours of sleep.
While I'd love to continue writing, I actually need to wake 3.5 yo up. She has a date at the Disney Ice Show this fine morning. And her ride will be here in less than an hour. Little lady needs to get up and get moving and pick out her favorite costume for the show. And then I get to snuggle my sweet baby E and clean and clean and clean. Yay for putting off chores...but that's another post all together.
Peace. J
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
I just need...
a break. Since my 3.5 yo gave up her naps, I've been in a kind of hell. Like stuck in one of the rings in Dante's Inferno. Not sure which one, let's say 5 for the hell of it (no pun intended). I tried setting the oven timer today, a modest hour. It didn't work. She asked every 30 seconds if the timer "dinged" yet and we graduated to yet another level of annoying. Sweet 5 mo old sleeping, well, like a baby.
So what do you do with a kid who just won't nap? BTW, this is the same kid who fell asleep between me picking her up from school and driving home (we're 2 miles away) yesterday. Bedtime's been bumped up some, but nothing significant. My day is usually broken up with play dates or errands, but we've been sick or timing's been off with friends, so that equals long days at 318 Riding Ridge Rd.
I've never had a job where I didn't get some kind of break. Being a mom really is 24/7. I guess I just didn't believe the hype or rather, you just don't know until you're knee deep. So here I am, blurry eyed (yes I had coffee, two cups if you must know), still in PJ's, unshowered (but you prob guessed that when I told you about the PJ's) and my husband will be home shortly. The good news is I re-organized my kitchen, swept and mopped the first floor (most of it), so I almost look like I had a productive day. At least it's obvious I wasn't sitting on my ass eating bon bons, or something of the like.
But what I would give to have a break during the day. Even a 30 min overlap in naps would be a little bit of heaven. To be able to write this blog without threatening my kid, or take an uninterrupted shower, or simply sit and read or watch a DVR'ed show from the night before. Ahhh, a mom can dream, right?
Looks like this "break" is o-v-e-r. I'm going to throw myself in the shower in the hopes that I look human before H gets home.
Peace. J
So what do you do with a kid who just won't nap? BTW, this is the same kid who fell asleep between me picking her up from school and driving home (we're 2 miles away) yesterday. Bedtime's been bumped up some, but nothing significant. My day is usually broken up with play dates or errands, but we've been sick or timing's been off with friends, so that equals long days at 318 Riding Ridge Rd.
I've never had a job where I didn't get some kind of break. Being a mom really is 24/7. I guess I just didn't believe the hype or rather, you just don't know until you're knee deep. So here I am, blurry eyed (yes I had coffee, two cups if you must know), still in PJ's, unshowered (but you prob guessed that when I told you about the PJ's) and my husband will be home shortly. The good news is I re-organized my kitchen, swept and mopped the first floor (most of it), so I almost look like I had a productive day. At least it's obvious I wasn't sitting on my ass eating bon bons, or something of the like.
But what I would give to have a break during the day. Even a 30 min overlap in naps would be a little bit of heaven. To be able to write this blog without threatening my kid, or take an uninterrupted shower, or simply sit and read or watch a DVR'ed show from the night before. Ahhh, a mom can dream, right?
Looks like this "break" is o-v-e-r. I'm going to throw myself in the shower in the hopes that I look human before H gets home.
Peace. J
Monday, February 7, 2011
I'm Starving...
Just kidding. That's my daily scenario with my 3.5 yo. We battled over breakfast because she insisted on having a bowl of cereal and yogurt. Then changed her mind when she saw me eating oatmeal. I.saw.red. Maybe it's because I'm sick of wasting food or maybe it's because of the incessant demands of someone who measures up to my hipbone. Regardless, I.almost.lost it. This resulted in a 45 min tantrum. And me in tears lamenting over the woes of having a 3.5 yo. BECAUSE NO ONE TELLS YOU THIS IS WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY WORSE THAN HAVING A 2 yo. Or at least, for me. 2 was a dream. A wonderful, sweet dream. 3.5 is a flippin' nightmare and I am ready to wake-up.
But back to food. I'm writing this as I look at her full bowl of 'bugs', the type of mac n cheese that she not only HAD to have, but cried in the parking lot of Whole Foods because she REALLY wanted to carry the box. You may be wondering why I didn't just give it to her and avoid the tears. Well friends, the tears started in Whole Foods when I didn't trust her to actually carry them out w/out losing them somewhere along the way. And then they continued when I wouldn't give them to her UNTIL she turned off the tears. I'm pretty sure the guy collecting carts felt sorry for me, or maybe he felt sorry for B. To be fair, he should pity both of us. So B got her bugs and I made them for lunch. And they are sitting on the table, uneaten, laughing in my face. They are like "you are a sucka". And I'm like, "I know, right"?
I'm a big believer in choices. And she is making some poor ones when it comes to food recently. And I am making some poor choices in how I handle her poor choices. Even now, as I write this I sound like, well, I sound like a jerk when I talk to her. I HAVE NO MORE PATIENCE. It's all gone and I need to replenish it. Any tips? Because I need some help, fast, like yesterday.
Well, she just ate two bites. Woo hoo. I'm sure starving children all over the world would be impressed. I can't wait to throw that line at her. Oh, the battles we endure to raise good kids. Or just raise them to be as independent as possible so they can get the hell out of our houses. Cheers!
Peace. J
But back to food. I'm writing this as I look at her full bowl of 'bugs', the type of mac n cheese that she not only HAD to have, but cried in the parking lot of Whole Foods because she REALLY wanted to carry the box. You may be wondering why I didn't just give it to her and avoid the tears. Well friends, the tears started in Whole Foods when I didn't trust her to actually carry them out w/out losing them somewhere along the way. And then they continued when I wouldn't give them to her UNTIL she turned off the tears. I'm pretty sure the guy collecting carts felt sorry for me, or maybe he felt sorry for B. To be fair, he should pity both of us. So B got her bugs and I made them for lunch. And they are sitting on the table, uneaten, laughing in my face. They are like "you are a sucka". And I'm like, "I know, right"?
I'm a big believer in choices. And she is making some poor ones when it comes to food recently. And I am making some poor choices in how I handle her poor choices. Even now, as I write this I sound like, well, I sound like a jerk when I talk to her. I HAVE NO MORE PATIENCE. It's all gone and I need to replenish it. Any tips? Because I need some help, fast, like yesterday.
Well, she just ate two bites. Woo hoo. I'm sure starving children all over the world would be impressed. I can't wait to throw that line at her. Oh, the battles we endure to raise good kids. Or just raise them to be as independent as possible so they can get the hell out of our houses. Cheers!
Peace. J
Friday, February 4, 2011
Cookies
I had one for breakfast. Think that's a good way to start the day? How about combining that sugar with 3 cups a coffee? Hmmm. I see a sharp downfall in my future. Perfect. It's all about choices and I chose cookies today. And after the night I had (up all night with a puking kid, and another who just wanted to say hey), I felt I deserved a cookie. Somehow, I think my logic is flawed. I probably would be more 'deserving' after a really hard work-out (the kind where I burned a gazillion calories). Not necessarily after a sleepless night where nourishing my body/mind with actually food would be the smarter choice. I did have oatmeal. It was the high fiber variety, so that counts for something, right?
We make a ton of choices all day long. How many's 'a ton'...I don't know. Try counting sometime...my guess it's in the hundreds. I don't have time to count, okay. I'm too busy reflecting on my bad decision to start my day with a cake cookie with frosting and sprinkles. Let's get back on track. Choices. We all have them. I'll save dissecting why we do what we do for another post. Just know that today, I started my day off with a pot of coffee and a cake cookie (and high fiber oatmeal). And that I'm comfortable (b/c I'm so high right now) with those choices. Check me in about an hour and I'm sure I'll be crashing, cursing myself for not eating a banana instead. Think I have a keen insight into addiction right now. I've gotta kick my sugar one and fast. Just one more thing to add to my ever growing 'to do' list.
Hope you make better choices today. Or at least wait to have that cookie until after a more appropriate meal, like lunch or dinner.
Peace. J
We make a ton of choices all day long. How many's 'a ton'...I don't know. Try counting sometime...my guess it's in the hundreds. I don't have time to count, okay. I'm too busy reflecting on my bad decision to start my day with a cake cookie with frosting and sprinkles. Let's get back on track. Choices. We all have them. I'll save dissecting why we do what we do for another post. Just know that today, I started my day off with a pot of coffee and a cake cookie (and high fiber oatmeal). And that I'm comfortable (b/c I'm so high right now) with those choices. Check me in about an hour and I'm sure I'll be crashing, cursing myself for not eating a banana instead. Think I have a keen insight into addiction right now. I've gotta kick my sugar one and fast. Just one more thing to add to my ever growing 'to do' list.
Hope you make better choices today. Or at least wait to have that cookie until after a more appropriate meal, like lunch or dinner.
Peace. J
Add it to my titles
Nurse. When you become a mom, you're not just a mom. And you have no idea how many hats you have to wear until you have to put another one on. Last night, I was a nurse. It thankfully doesn't happen often with my kids (hardy stock), but when B gets a stomach bug, well, it's like her kryptonite. Her little system just can't handle them. Last year, we ended up in the hosptial. She seems to be faring better with this bug. It was a long night. But it ended. The sun came up. I brewed some strong coffee and now we're both still in PJ's (will be an all-day thing). She's watching Dora and I have CNN on in the background. I have no where to be. My only job to make B as comfortable as possible and hope E stays asleep for a little bit longer.
I love being a mom, especially a stay-at-home mom. I like knowing that my only responsibilities are to my family for the moment. I could be up all night and have no where to be but my couch in the morning. No students to teach, no teachers or administrators to answer to. My bosses might be pint-sized, but I wouldn't trade them or all my various hats for anything.
Peace. J
I love being a mom, especially a stay-at-home mom. I like knowing that my only responsibilities are to my family for the moment. I could be up all night and have no where to be but my couch in the morning. No students to teach, no teachers or administrators to answer to. My bosses might be pint-sized, but I wouldn't trade them or all my various hats for anything.
Peace. J
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Dear Sweet Baby Jesus
Please give me the strength to get through the rest of the evening without completely losing my mind. I just don't think my 3.5 yo has ever gotten under my skin so completely, so undeniably bad, that I actually thought I might go screaming mad into the cold, windy night.
Okay - everything's better, kids are sleeping and I'm drinking a beer watching Dare Devil until Maryland game. Colin Farrell is a KA-RAZY SOB in this movie. But I digress.
I parented angry today. Not all day. But a fair amount. I don't recommend it. No one wins. And you def don't feel better. I raised my voice and she cried. I empty threatened, she called me on it. I pleaded for a personal time out and she more or less told me to go F myself. It.was.awesome. My personal high was when she was whining "Mom"...I don't even know how to write it. Imagine mom-uh-mooooommmm. Low,high,low. So very annoying. And then insert husband who dogs the shit out of my dinner because I bought the wrong cut of pork for the slow cooker. For the record, he still ate it. And recanted his low blow after I almost exploded in the kitchen. He could see the crazy coming out...so he rolled out to the playroom and I 'excused' myself for a quick break upstairs.
Dinner was fine. B ate rice and a cheese stick. E jumped in the jumper. And then we used TV to entertain B until bedtime. Both girls went down without a fight, thank God because I had no fight left in me. And that brings us up to speed. Now hopefully MD won't let me down, I might have one more beer and then head up to bed.
Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow is a new day.
Peace. J
Okay - everything's better, kids are sleeping and I'm drinking a beer watching Dare Devil until Maryland game. Colin Farrell is a KA-RAZY SOB in this movie. But I digress.
I parented angry today. Not all day. But a fair amount. I don't recommend it. No one wins. And you def don't feel better. I raised my voice and she cried. I empty threatened, she called me on it. I pleaded for a personal time out and she more or less told me to go F myself. It.was.awesome. My personal high was when she was whining "Mom"...I don't even know how to write it. Imagine mom-uh-mooooommmm. Low,high,low. So very annoying. And then insert husband who dogs the shit out of my dinner because I bought the wrong cut of pork for the slow cooker. For the record, he still ate it. And recanted his low blow after I almost exploded in the kitchen. He could see the crazy coming out...so he rolled out to the playroom and I 'excused' myself for a quick break upstairs.
Dinner was fine. B ate rice and a cheese stick. E jumped in the jumper. And then we used TV to entertain B until bedtime. Both girls went down without a fight, thank God because I had no fight left in me. And that brings us up to speed. Now hopefully MD won't let me down, I might have one more beer and then head up to bed.
Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow is a new day.
Peace. J
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
What goes around
Apparently comes around. Today, I asked my 3.5 yo do to something for me. To this she replied, "can't you see I'm doing something?" Um, I'm sorry, what? If you're curious to know what she was doing, it was really quite important. She was carrying a handmade basket around with a plastic golf club "picking up stuff" (yet the basket was totally empty, hmmm). So I guess the lesson learned today was she's actually paying attention to me and my statements and has no problem throwing them right back in my face (appropriately at that).
The second just awesome thing that happened was at dinner. My husband's faith in God grew exponentially. All because a lowly, stinky stinkbug landed on my dinner plate while I was eating. Are.you.serious? The best part was how much he was gunning for it to happen. He was captivated as it flew in circles, lower and lower, until lo and behold, it landed in my green beans. Now, I'm not saying I deserved the stinkbug incident, but I won't deny that I was being a cranky b-i-t-c-h to my husband. We had a disagreement (if you want to label it) over how to cook dinner, specifically the Mahi Mahi I picked up from Giant yesterday. I bought it frozen and ready to steam in the bag (a choice I heavily regret after watching an oh so informative documentary today about how toxic our world is), but he didn't want steamed fish (insert whiney voice please). So we decided to broil. It didn't come out so well. It took 4 times as long as steaming in bag. And therefore leaving the rest of the dinner cold by the time it was 'ready'. My problem is I'm flexible most of the time, but then part of the time, I just want things the way I want them. And that is how I feel about dinner right now. Call me controlling (go ahead, it won't hurt my feelings), but really, who doesn't like things done his/her way? When my husband inserted himself into the prep work tonight, I didn't handle it gracefully. Being 'snitty' might be closer to the truth. Thankfully, he doesn't take me or my moods seriously 99% of the time, and he never takes things personally (unless he really, really should).
So dinner was a partial bust, but everyone still ate. I'm making turkey kielbasa and brussel sprouts tomorrow OR portobello mushroom burgers with kale chips. I'm looking foward to a new day, hopefully free of sassy remarks from a 3.5 yo (no chance) and stinkbugs (come on God, lemme catch a break on that one).
Word. J
The second just awesome thing that happened was at dinner. My husband's faith in God grew exponentially. All because a lowly, stinky stinkbug landed on my dinner plate while I was eating. Are.you.serious? The best part was how much he was gunning for it to happen. He was captivated as it flew in circles, lower and lower, until lo and behold, it landed in my green beans. Now, I'm not saying I deserved the stinkbug incident, but I won't deny that I was being a cranky b-i-t-c-h to my husband. We had a disagreement (if you want to label it) over how to cook dinner, specifically the Mahi Mahi I picked up from Giant yesterday. I bought it frozen and ready to steam in the bag (a choice I heavily regret after watching an oh so informative documentary today about how toxic our world is), but he didn't want steamed fish (insert whiney voice please). So we decided to broil. It didn't come out so well. It took 4 times as long as steaming in bag. And therefore leaving the rest of the dinner cold by the time it was 'ready'. My problem is I'm flexible most of the time, but then part of the time, I just want things the way I want them. And that is how I feel about dinner right now. Call me controlling (go ahead, it won't hurt my feelings), but really, who doesn't like things done his/her way? When my husband inserted himself into the prep work tonight, I didn't handle it gracefully. Being 'snitty' might be closer to the truth. Thankfully, he doesn't take me or my moods seriously 99% of the time, and he never takes things personally (unless he really, really should).
So dinner was a partial bust, but everyone still ate. I'm making turkey kielbasa and brussel sprouts tomorrow OR portobello mushroom burgers with kale chips. I'm looking foward to a new day, hopefully free of sassy remarks from a 3.5 yo (no chance) and stinkbugs (come on God, lemme catch a break on that one).
Word. J
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