Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Ahh, dinner time.
It never fails that it is 5:15 p.m. and I have put no thought into what to make for dinner. Usually my girls have started crying and I am just pulling things out of the fridge to try and throw together a decent meal, usually barely edible is as good as it gets around here.
See, I'm not the best cook. I can do OK with some things, and I'm not completely inept but I cant say I am good. Too often I have been known to just walk away and leave something to burn beyond recognition as the house fills with smoke and the alarms are going off and everyone is crying from the noise, and ADT is calling to see if I need the fire department to come rescue me. And then I have to tell them... well I will save that story for another time.
So last night I decided to make chicken nuggets, and I hate to buy frozen nuggets since they are.. well... disgusting! Thank you Jamie Oliver for ruining a yummy treat forever. So I have to make them myself. But Hubby HATES breaded chicken. I wont go into how he is the pickiest eater ever and yet will eat just about anything at another time.
Suddenly a light bulb came on in my brain. Chicken nuggets for the girls, throw some mozzarella and parmesan cheese on top over a beautiful pate of pasta with Marinara (which I had already made) and voila! Chicken Parmesan! He will eat that, why? I don't know, he just will. Its fine to be breaded if it is completely covered in sauce. Don't get me started on his crazy rules. It can be its own separate post.
The summary of my craziness is... I managed a quick healthy meal for different appetites, with out making 2 different meals = Happy Mom
I got to have a ladies night last night! There were 4 of us who just needed a night away from runny noses, clinging kids, poopy diapers and hungry husbands. The stove got a night off and so did I. We chose a local Irish Pub and it felt like being back in England again, and not just because of the bad service. Of course we were 4 moms with no time restrictions so the service really had no impact on our good time.
I ordered the Chicken Tikka Masala, mmm.
*Note to self, find good recipe for Chicken Tikka Masala. It needs to find a permanent place in my life.
As good as getting out for dinner is, it is never the best part of the night. Chatting like school girls is always the highlight of a good night. We talked about the hubby's and all their hilarious flaws, the kids and their highlights for the week, of course poop stories always make an appearance. And childbirth! Oh the stories of childbirth I have heard, and I never get tired of hearing them, or telling my own. There is something about that experience that we just love recalling. The gore, the hilarity, the scars, the pain, the recovery, the wait and weight. It is something all moms have in common, and I have never met a mom who wouldn't willingly part with all the personal details. I love it!
It was really nice to have some time away from you girls, but of course as soon as I got home I snuck in to check on you, and you always look so cute when you're sleeping. So cute in fact that I always have to sneak a kiss, fix the covers, fetch the fallen stuffed animals and whisper "I Love You" 's. But then I dart from the room as fast and quietly as my legs will allow as soon as you start to stir. I love you both but I don't want you awake!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Hmmm. A blog? What do I do now? I guess I am supposed to type something interesting, yes?
Sounds like a lot of work.
Surely you wouldn't expect such a feat.
Funny! Funnny could work.
Mmm, that might be a stretch for me too.
Why don't I just start slow, its not like anyone else will read this anyway. This is more a self journey to tell my girls about myself, their dad and themselves as these years fly by. Ok, why am I doing this? I read and follow a lot of blogs and just felt jealous that all these incredible people had documented so much of their lives. See every day of my life flies by faster than the previous, and before I know it I will have wasted years with nothing to show for it but an incredible useless knowledge of anything and everything reality TV related. So many wonderful things happen around us and we are missing an incredible opportunity to relive them later. I have lived a very interesting life thus far and it should be a fun ride to try this out. Well, lets see...
*and if anyone ever stumbles upon this, I am incredibly sorry, I am anything but eloquent and as you would soon find out, a bit strange :)
A little but about me...My name is Sara. My 2 girls call me Mom. I am almost 30! Maybe that's what this is, a pre-midlife crisis sort of thing.
OK Sara, That's just pathetic!
Funny thing is I dont feel old. At all. Really, not even a little. It still feels awkward to call myself a woman! Wasn't I still just a kid yesterday? And kids dont feel old! But I am a housewife and mother, that could age someone for sure! Ok focus! What can I say about me... a third person, Hollywood Narrator type thing seems fitting.
An Average California girl and a wholesome boy from the Midwest. They met, fell in love, had beautiful baby girls and lived happily ever after... except nothing is ever that simple. You see, that wholesome boy from the midwest is a Pilot in the US Air Force, and that California girl had to decide between a lifetime of wedded bliss with her soulmate or pursuing a struggling career as a TV Producer. She wisely chose happiness, uprooted her life and followed him around the world. Getting married and having babies may be the only ordinary things they ever did. They live a crazy life of fancy Air Force events, moving every few years and dealing with deployments. Behind all the chaos they are left holding hands and striving for something ordinary.
That sounded pretty good. It's not the whole truth, but in a "life story in a nutshell" type of way it will do.
I hope my girls enjoy this someday and its not too embarrassing for them, but they are girls and I am their mom, so the embarrassment is inevitable :)