Well, I managed to make it through Thanksgiving. I even struggled through a week-long menu plan to blast through the abundant leftovers. After surviving turkey casserole, turkey and noodles and turkey "surprise", we'll finally be able to enjoy a meal that didn't previously "gobble". (A big, greasy cheeseburger sounds pretty good right about now...) The cow goes, Mooooo! (Have I been spending too much time playing with the baby's "See 'n' Say"?)
Things have finally got back to normal. (What did you say "normal" was, again?)
The hubby is back at work, the kids (thankfully) back to school. My daily chores have returned as I tackle the perpetual laundry pile. I am again thrust into the elements of the reluctant domestic... left helplessly at the mercy of my needy and unappreciative family. (Did I mention lately, that I love being a mom?)
The baby naps between episodes of "Go Diego, Go" and "Blue's Clues", and I try to finish off my lukewarm cup of coffee between folding a load of towels and mopping the kitchen floor.
I contemplate dragging out the boxes of Christmas decorations, but my sanity returns (along with my tendencies to procrastinate) and I quickly reconsider. Right now, my short term goals include changing the baby's poopy diaper, finding the television remote, and trying to squeeze in a quick shower. (Mama always said I was a dreamer!)
Well, I've donned my most attractive bio-hazard suit, and I've got the diaper wipes in hand... I guess this is goodbye for now. :)
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Thanksgiving
Well, it's that time again. The time of year when tom leaves his hen and little poults (turkey chicks) behind to make his way to our dinner table. Blissfully ignorant as he chows down on feed throughout the summer becoming the perfect specimen for an autumn feast... unaware that the diner shall soon become the dined upon. As he stares down the axe, his little snood quivering in mortal fear, he secretly wishes that he'd scored higher on his SATs and finished business school. Being an accountant would surely be better than this! (Well, maybe.)
Anyway... the turkey will somehow make his way into the roaster, the little giblet bag successfully removed (I hope) and replaced with herb-seasoned breadcrumbs... basted in butter and seasonings. His juicy, delectable goodness will become the centerpiece to a giant feast. He will find himself surrounded by platters of freshly steamed vegetables, piping hot side dishes and sinfully sweet pies and desserts.
I dread the cooking. I normally love to cook, but I find myself intimidated by the massive quantity of food. And, it is mind boggling to plan a meal that is prepared to perfection, and timed in such a way that everything is still hot and delicious when it reaches the plates of our guests.
I'll probably be exhausted before I even get out the first pan. I've been trying to prepare the house for our guests. I've steam-cleaned the carpets... successfully removing wads of bubblegum out of my daughters' bedroom carpet. I've managed to get the long forgotten baby formula stains out of my recliner. I've dusted in the deepest recesses of our home... chasing out "dust bunnies" who thought they would eternally be munching on "dust carrots" while I turned a blind eye. I really don't look forward to this holiday.
And, if the extra cooking and cleaning aren't enough, there's the fact that the ten pounds I just lost are hiding around the corner, giggling and pointing at the areas of my thighs that they plan to resettle. I'll have to stay on the treadmill until Christmas Eve just to break even! (Cursed pie!)
Then I'll have "THE CLEANUP". (Yeah, it's bad enough to rate quotation marks AND capitalization!) Everyone will be finished eating in less than a half hour, and then I'll get to spend about three hours and a half-dozen soapy sinkfuls of water to wash the dishes after scraping the leftovers into an assortment of food storage containers. (Oh, how I despise food storage containers... but that's a topic for a future rant.) And, of course, everyone else will be sitting on the sofa, pants unbuttoned, watching football... Ah...Thanksgiving. (I'm thankful it only comes once a year!)
Well, my friends, I probably won't be posting to my blog until after the holiday. I'll need time to recover. In the meantime, I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving, shared with family and filled with love. ;)
Anyway... the turkey will somehow make his way into the roaster, the little giblet bag successfully removed (I hope) and replaced with herb-seasoned breadcrumbs... basted in butter and seasonings. His juicy, delectable goodness will become the centerpiece to a giant feast. He will find himself surrounded by platters of freshly steamed vegetables, piping hot side dishes and sinfully sweet pies and desserts.
I dread the cooking. I normally love to cook, but I find myself intimidated by the massive quantity of food. And, it is mind boggling to plan a meal that is prepared to perfection, and timed in such a way that everything is still hot and delicious when it reaches the plates of our guests.
I'll probably be exhausted before I even get out the first pan. I've been trying to prepare the house for our guests. I've steam-cleaned the carpets... successfully removing wads of bubblegum out of my daughters' bedroom carpet. I've managed to get the long forgotten baby formula stains out of my recliner. I've dusted in the deepest recesses of our home... chasing out "dust bunnies" who thought they would eternally be munching on "dust carrots" while I turned a blind eye. I really don't look forward to this holiday.
And, if the extra cooking and cleaning aren't enough, there's the fact that the ten pounds I just lost are hiding around the corner, giggling and pointing at the areas of my thighs that they plan to resettle. I'll have to stay on the treadmill until Christmas Eve just to break even! (Cursed pie!)
Then I'll have "THE CLEANUP". (Yeah, it's bad enough to rate quotation marks AND capitalization!) Everyone will be finished eating in less than a half hour, and then I'll get to spend about three hours and a half-dozen soapy sinkfuls of water to wash the dishes after scraping the leftovers into an assortment of food storage containers. (Oh, how I despise food storage containers... but that's a topic for a future rant.) And, of course, everyone else will be sitting on the sofa, pants unbuttoned, watching football... Ah...Thanksgiving. (I'm thankful it only comes once a year!)
Well, my friends, I probably won't be posting to my blog until after the holiday. I'll need time to recover. In the meantime, I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving, shared with family and filled with love. ;)
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
An Introduction
Somehow, between changing dirty diapers and locating missing math homework, I've managed to find some time to create a blog. Anyone out there who has "more than the average" number of children, can understand what an awesome accomplishment this can be. It ranks right up there with successfully finding the car keys after a heated twenty minute search, just to realize that they were in my hand all along.
When people find out that I have four children, one of the first things they usually ask is, "how do you do it?!" I usually just calmly respond, "well, first, the male sperm cell begins a perilous journey up the fallopian tubes in hot pursuit of the female egg...." But, seriously, it takes a lot of patience, a good sense of humor, and a doctor who's not afraid to prescribe a hefty dose of Valium.
I love my kids, though. They truly enrich my life. They have all inherited my stinging sarcasm and wit. Unfortunately, they have also acquired my lack of self-control, my unfailing tendency to procrastinate, and my total lack of organizational skills. But, they are really great despite their few flaws. I wouldn't change a thing.
I recently celebrated my thirty-fourth birthday. Yay. (note the sarcasm.) Birthdays are just a measure of how much closer I am to single-handedly funding the college education of countless pharmaceutical company stockholder's offspring. One day closer to menopause and Boniva. One week closer to liver spots and Botox. Just seconds away from a Metamucil cocktail and a successfully cleansed colon. I can almost feel myself slipping into a Geritol coma. Ah, yes...birthdays are indeed a reason to celebrate!
Well, I hope you've enjoyed this small introduction... a mere peek into the frazzled mind of "the irritable intellect". I hope you'll visit again. Until then... eat your vegetables. ;)
When people find out that I have four children, one of the first things they usually ask is, "how do you do it?!" I usually just calmly respond, "well, first, the male sperm cell begins a perilous journey up the fallopian tubes in hot pursuit of the female egg...." But, seriously, it takes a lot of patience, a good sense of humor, and a doctor who's not afraid to prescribe a hefty dose of Valium.
I love my kids, though. They truly enrich my life. They have all inherited my stinging sarcasm and wit. Unfortunately, they have also acquired my lack of self-control, my unfailing tendency to procrastinate, and my total lack of organizational skills. But, they are really great despite their few flaws. I wouldn't change a thing.
I recently celebrated my thirty-fourth birthday. Yay. (note the sarcasm.) Birthdays are just a measure of how much closer I am to single-handedly funding the college education of countless pharmaceutical company stockholder's offspring. One day closer to menopause and Boniva. One week closer to liver spots and Botox. Just seconds away from a Metamucil cocktail and a successfully cleansed colon. I can almost feel myself slipping into a Geritol coma. Ah, yes...birthdays are indeed a reason to celebrate!
Well, I hope you've enjoyed this small introduction... a mere peek into the frazzled mind of "the irritable intellect". I hope you'll visit again. Until then... eat your vegetables. ;)
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