Month: January 2007

Let me tell ya:

Seriously, how has a week gone by? Let me count the ways…..ways # 1, 2, 3 are of course work, the chiro, and Meijer. But there are other things.

Tuesday night I had a meeting for the fundraiser I’m doing for my school–yes, the same school that makes me clean the damn toilets. I can’t help myself. Somehow, I think that if I bust my butt, someday it’ll get better. I don’t know if it will, but I have to try. So I’m the “staff liason”, which translates into “person who does too much” in plain English. But I’m doing too much with one of my best friends, so it’s not all bad.

Wednesday night I had a girls night at my house, which was lovely. Wine, salad, chit chat. Ahhh. I liked Wednesday.

Thursday night, I got a call from the mafia dentist. The mafia dentist? Yes, the mafia dentist. The one who prefers to be paid in cash, and gives steep discounts for cash. Not being able to pass up a “deal”, I had to race to the bank after recieving a phone call just before 5pm that we had a monster copay for L’s dental work the next day. Monster, as in more than a house payment. Ok. Not to panic. We bank at the grocery store, so they were open til 6pm. After checking all accounts, I was able to figure it out. And get a huge wad of cash out of the bank. So freaking weird.

Friday night we journeyed to NW Indiana for a belated Christmas. SO much fun. My mom still had the house decorated, which was sweet–M had so much fun! Saturday we had a great family day, and had a great time with my brother and his family, grandma, and other brother. The “cousins” trio played SO well together. It was fun!

Sunday we drove through the lake effect snow storm of the season and visited the other side of the family–again, so much fun and so nice to see everyone. Since we sort of skipped Christmas this year, it had been 2 whole months which is sort of unusual.

*Today* I went to work for a little bit, then took off with an adoptive mama friend and we went to lobby at the statehouse. There’s a bill before the senate about regulating adoption facilitators, and we went down to the capitol to show our support. It was really neat to see how it all worked–I actually talked to some of the people that were all over TV commercials this fall. AND I made a new adoptive mama friend–someone who’s done a semi-open domestic adoption and an international adoption, whose children are school aged now. After our political hobknobbing, we got some coffe to go at Nordstrom’s, and then it was off to the chiro for me.

Phew. No wonder I’m wiped.

Sunday night I had dinner with friends–it was a pitch-in Tex-Mex night with my “cooking club” friends. Anyway, I made Texas Caviar (no, no fish eggs), which was a yummy, chop/marinate recipe. No baking, no cooking–just chop and refridgerate.

Over dinner, I was joking that I don’t cook anymore–seriously, if anything has more than 3 steps, I can’t complete it in a timely manner. I still “make” most of our food, but I find myself using prepackaged things, lots of casseroles, things that don’t require a lot of one-on-time with me. Here is an illustration as to why this is so:

Because I had leftover Texas Caviar and left over chicken, I was going to make a burrito bowl sort of thing–“all” I had to cook was the rice, mix in the chicken and Texas Caviar and viola! Dinner would be DONE!

Apparently, rice requires too much effort. I put the rice and the water in the pan, covered, and put on to boil. A few minutes later, M wanders upstairs and I follow.

I see the humidifer filters that I’d just purchased, so I go about changing the filters.

I find *mold* in her humidifer tray, so I immediately start Lysoling the hell of out it, grossing out and kicking myself (“maybe that’s why she’s got a cold now?”).

M wanders into her room, and starts to open a drawer to decimate it (a favorite activity). I start hearing the lid on the pot shake and think “Time to go downstair to check on the–what was I cooking?–oh, the rice!” Great. Pick up M to get her to go with me, she hits me (other favorite new thing).

So I try the, “no hit/gentle” routine to no avail–she justs continues to hit me–and SMILE.

I then think I’m starting to smell something…..something not really like rice. I grab her and run downstairs…..and the downstairs is a bit smoky and smells “burned”. I put her in the time out stool (once I saw there were no flames) and raced to the stove.

GROSS. The water had evaporated, the rice was yellow/brown (it was originally white!), the parts that weren’t seared to the pan. The outside of the pan was black. Once I scraped the rice out, the bottom of the pan was black.

I looked around, and could still see the haze and smell the smell, the kitchen fan did nothing–so I had to open doors. It was 25 degrees outside, but it STANK. Thankfully, another fun task for M is to open/close doors, so she made a pretty good “human” fan.

I will be buying “boil in the bag” rice from now on.

Grocery shopping Saturday mornings with Babykahuna has become a sort of tradition. I save my coupon inserts from the Sunday paper, print out the best deals from feedyindy.com,
make a list and away we go. I’m armed with a sippy of water, two or three small containers of Cheerios, etc, my phone (she dances to the ringtones) and whatever else is of interest to her in my purse.

Today when we entered Meijer, something sort of scary caught her eye–a car shopping cart with a TV! She seemed the like the car part of it, and I thought, “What the heck?” and let her get in. There was a sign above saying that it cost $1 to watch TV while shopping and I figured what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, right? Yeah, well the cart doesn’t move unless you pop in $1, so that was bust. Once she got out, I quickly shut the toddler-proof door, said, “all done” and away we went in a boring old traditional cart. Mind you, there are 2 cup holders and a little tray for snacks/wallets, ect., so it wasn’t that boring.

As we shopped and chatted, I got to thinking what a load of crap those other shopping carts were. Yes, shopping with my 17 month old is exhausting, and it can be exasperating. I don’t always finish what I set out to do, but it is an experience. We chat as we go along. She points out what she sees. She says “Hi!” to everyone. She recognizes her favorite foods. We sing along to the music on the loudspeaker (Meijer, by the way, has GREAT speaker music).

If I was pushing one of “those” carts, she’d be in a little compartment, by herself. Maybe looking ahead, more than likely looking at the TV, watching the Wiggles or something like that. The shopping might get done faster, but we wouldn’t have gained anything from the experience. She wouldn’t have bopped along to Van Morrison’s “Moondance” on the loudspeaker. She wouldn’t have been wowed by the aisle of sippy cups or milk. She wouldn’t have pointed to all of the blue price drop signs (“balls” in her world). She wouldn’t have said an audible “hi” and waved at every person we walked by. She wouldn’t have gotten probably 25 kisses from me as we journeyed through the store.

Ok, the entire trip wasn’t all roses. There was the dumping of the Cheerios in aisle 6. The distress at sighting aforementioned TV cart being driven by another child in aisle 10. The disappointment that she couldn’t open and dive into the 32oz jar of applesauce right now. The repeated request for “Out!” once we got into the check out lane.

But at least she was engaged in reality, interacting with me and other people, not just staring at a screen, cut off from the rest of the world.

**disclaimer: this is not a post to suggest that I am, in fact super mom. I have one child. She only goes shopping with me once or twice a week, at a good time of day for her. If I really wanted to, I could go shopping some other time without her, which I know is a luxury some people don’t have.