Day 31: Done
That word fits so many things today. But first and foremost, this blog meme has come to an end. Overall it has been fun. I haven't really stressed out about it or anything. I have felt bad that some days are only two sentences. Sometimes there aren't enough hours in the day to write about everything I want to write about. And sometimes a public blog just isn't the forum.
Onward! April is here! Wait? What? When did that happen?
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Vacation
Day 30: Vacation
As in I need one! Usually around this time of year...the monotony gets to me. Not sure if it's from the cabin fever brought on by being inside all day every day for five days in a row. Or if it's just that I get tired of doing the same things over, over and well..over again.
This part of the year is where there are no paid holidays for a five month period. When I was working I would find myself restless and in a sort of mental fog. So then I would sneak in a "mental health day" every now and then. Since I haven't had a "paid" job in over three years, I still find myself in this funk. Mental Health days are harder to come by these days. I am lucky if I get a Mental Health hour. Which now days I take what I can get.
I have been in a "Thoughtful Spot" the last couple of days. Trying to figure out the root cause of the semi funk. All I have seemed to come up with is that there is only so much dish/laundry/underwear washing one person can take. I love having the opportunity to take care of my family. I know the hubs works hard so that I can stay home and take care of Clover. I know that I am not unhappy. Just stuck in this fog. As nerdy as this reference is going to sound, I feel like Peter from Office Space. Just doing enough to keep under the radar. But not really enjoying vacuuming the floor for the third time this week.
I think part of it is also attributed to down time. I was doing so much planning and reflecting for Clover's birthday. I was able to focus on that. Now that we have successfully pulled off the party, I find myself with some down time. Down time is dangerous. I dread it. There is a reason they call it the "Calm before the storm" and I find myself never enjoying the down time because I am too busy mentally preparing for the weather ahead. I will admit that I am slightly paranoid due to a relatively short period of time in our past where every moment we had to relax was followed by some nasty storm clouds.
I think I am just having a moment where I am being paranoid, which maybe where some of the funk is coming from. I know what I need but unfortunately it is going to be awhile until I find myself on a blanket on the beach.
I need...
A Beach Blanket
An Umbrella
A Sweater
The Waves
Possible some overcastyness (since the sun and I don't get along)
Sunscreen
Sand toys for Clover
Something from Starbucks
A Camp Chair for Hubs
Something Chocolaty
The last one is optional but would do wonders for my mood.
As in I need one! Usually around this time of year...the monotony gets to me. Not sure if it's from the cabin fever brought on by being inside all day every day for five days in a row. Or if it's just that I get tired of doing the same things over, over and well..over again.
This part of the year is where there are no paid holidays for a five month period. When I was working I would find myself restless and in a sort of mental fog. So then I would sneak in a "mental health day" every now and then. Since I haven't had a "paid" job in over three years, I still find myself in this funk. Mental Health days are harder to come by these days. I am lucky if I get a Mental Health hour. Which now days I take what I can get.
I have been in a "Thoughtful Spot" the last couple of days. Trying to figure out the root cause of the semi funk. All I have seemed to come up with is that there is only so much dish/laundry/underwear washing one person can take. I love having the opportunity to take care of my family. I know the hubs works hard so that I can stay home and take care of Clover. I know that I am not unhappy. Just stuck in this fog. As nerdy as this reference is going to sound, I feel like Peter from Office Space. Just doing enough to keep under the radar. But not really enjoying vacuuming the floor for the third time this week.
I think part of it is also attributed to down time. I was doing so much planning and reflecting for Clover's birthday. I was able to focus on that. Now that we have successfully pulled off the party, I find myself with some down time. Down time is dangerous. I dread it. There is a reason they call it the "Calm before the storm" and I find myself never enjoying the down time because I am too busy mentally preparing for the weather ahead. I will admit that I am slightly paranoid due to a relatively short period of time in our past where every moment we had to relax was followed by some nasty storm clouds.
I think I am just having a moment where I am being paranoid, which maybe where some of the funk is coming from. I know what I need but unfortunately it is going to be awhile until I find myself on a blanket on the beach.
I need...
A Beach Blanket
An Umbrella
A Sweater
The Waves
Possible some overcastyness (since the sun and I don't get along)
Sunscreen
Sand toys for Clover
Something from Starbucks
A Camp Chair for Hubs
Something Chocolaty
The last one is optional but would do wonders for my mood.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Tales
Day 29: Tales
Tales from the Hamster Files.
I was a bit curious to why her stool was flipped over in the kitchen. Upon further inspection I discovered that she was using it as a Hamster playpen. Yesterday she had trapped him under a colander. For some reason I felt the need to let him be freeeeeeeeee and was reprimanded.
"NOOOOO Don't let him OOooUUuuuTTTTt!"
Poor thing just spins his wheels until he realizes he isn't going anywhere then turns himself off. At least he isn't on the kitchen floor running into my ankles while I am doing the dishes. Maybe Clover is on to something here with the Hamster playpen...
Tales from the Hamster Files.
I was a bit curious to why her stool was flipped over in the kitchen. Upon further inspection I discovered that she was using it as a Hamster playpen. Yesterday she had trapped him under a colander. For some reason I felt the need to let him be freeeeeeeeee and was reprimanded.
"NOOOOO Don't let him OOooUUuuuTTTTt!"
Poor thing just spins his wheels until he realizes he isn't going anywhere then turns himself off. At least he isn't on the kitchen floor running into my ankles while I am doing the dishes. Maybe Clover is on to something here with the Hamster playpen...
Monday, March 28, 2011
Glad
Day 28: Glad
Things that make me glad:
*Hubs & Clover
*Decaf hot Tea
*Diet Cherry Coke
*Cadbury Cream Eggs
*Greg Behrendt's Cadbury Cream Egg Rant <-- linked hit play when the player pops up.
Things that make me glad:
*Hubs & Clover
*Decaf hot Tea
*Diet Cherry Coke
*Cadbury Cream Eggs
*Greg Behrendt's Cadbury Cream Egg Rant <-- linked hit play when the player pops up.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Time-out
Day 26: Time-Out
Yes, I am counting it as one word. This story is too cute to keep in the archives of my brain. And yes, in the future if my darling daughter ever stumbles across my run on sentences she may get a little embarrassed. I am okay with that.
I am working on the dishes and Clover is playing with her Zha-Zu hamster (or whatever the thing is called). If you haven't seen these, they are little animatronic hamsters with squeeeeky voices and run into your feet at random times and scare the crap out of you.
So all of the sudden Clover starts yelling at her hamster.
"Nooooooo! StOOOOOP, DOOOONNNTTTT!"
It doesn't stop and continues to go in the opposite direction that she wanted. She picks it up to stop it and chucks her arm back for the wind up and the pitch. I inform her that she is not allowed to throw her toys. So then she gives me that "but Moooom" head half way to the side look.
"I'm MAAAD!"
"Why?"
"He isn't listening to meeeeeee" Even though the hamster is bright pink she has decided that its a "He"
She then takes the hamster and walks off with it. I am totally curious at this point and peek my head down the hallway. She walked down to her room and put the hamster in her room and shut the door. Then she walks back to me and proclaims...
"I put him on time-out in my room. I'm mad he wasn't listening to me! So he went on time out!"
Disclaimer: She hardly ever goes on time out.
She said it so matter of factly. She was also very confident in her decision to put him on time out.
I couldn't help but laugh.
Yes, I am counting it as one word. This story is too cute to keep in the archives of my brain. And yes, in the future if my darling daughter ever stumbles across my run on sentences she may get a little embarrassed. I am okay with that.
I am working on the dishes and Clover is playing with her Zha-Zu hamster (or whatever the thing is called). If you haven't seen these, they are little animatronic hamsters with squeeeeky voices and run into your feet at random times and scare the crap out of you.
So all of the sudden Clover starts yelling at her hamster.
"Nooooooo! StOOOOOP, DOOOONNNTTTT!"
It doesn't stop and continues to go in the opposite direction that she wanted. She picks it up to stop it and chucks her arm back for the wind up and the pitch. I inform her that she is not allowed to throw her toys. So then she gives me that "but Moooom" head half way to the side look.
"I'm MAAAD!"
"Why?"
"He isn't listening to meeeeeee" Even though the hamster is bright pink she has decided that its a "He"
She then takes the hamster and walks off with it. I am totally curious at this point and peek my head down the hallway. She walked down to her room and put the hamster in her room and shut the door. Then she walks back to me and proclaims...
"I put him on time-out in my room. I'm mad he wasn't listening to me! So he went on time out!"
Disclaimer: She hardly ever goes on time out.
She said it so matter of factly. She was also very confident in her decision to put him on time out.
I couldn't help but laugh.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Mellow
Day 25: Mellow
As in Marsh. Home made Marshmallows to be more specific.
We spent the day loungin around the house. I worked out in the back and then tidied up the house a bit. Then Clover and I got in the kitchen.
"Can we make them colors?
Why not? So we followed this recipe by Alton Brown.
The peanut butter on the counter will be used at a later time. We followed all the steps. Clover measured and added and entire container of blue food coloring to the gelatin.
Marshmallows are pretty easy to make. I've made them in the past with both a hand mixer and with a stand mixer. It is do-able with a hand mixer but my hand went numb from holding the mixer for fifteen minutes. I prefer my stand mixer now days.
We spread them out in the pan and very patiently waited for them to firm up.
After dinner we took our bounty outside and roasted them over a fire. They were very delicious and very messy. Not only did the three year old get covered in them but I took a hit too. Bright blue melted marshmallow goo down the front of my shirt.
Silliness followed after Clover went to sleep. There was some left over chocolate and some toasted coconut that just happened to be laying out and just happened to somehow make it onto the marshmallows. Two were slathered with peanut butter and dipped in chocolate for the one that doesn't do coconut. They are currently hardening in the fridge.
I have to say that this is a pretty mellow way to end a very crazy week!
As in Marsh. Home made Marshmallows to be more specific.
We spent the day loungin around the house. I worked out in the back and then tidied up the house a bit. Then Clover and I got in the kitchen.
"Can we make them colors?
Why not? So we followed this recipe by Alton Brown.
The peanut butter on the counter will be used at a later time. We followed all the steps. Clover measured and added and entire container of blue food coloring to the gelatin.
Marshmallows are pretty easy to make. I've made them in the past with both a hand mixer and with a stand mixer. It is do-able with a hand mixer but my hand went numb from holding the mixer for fifteen minutes. I prefer my stand mixer now days.
We spread them out in the pan and very patiently waited for them to firm up.
After dinner we took our bounty outside and roasted them over a fire. They were very delicious and very messy. Not only did the three year old get covered in them but I took a hit too. Bright blue melted marshmallow goo down the front of my shirt.
Silliness followed after Clover went to sleep. There was some left over chocolate and some toasted coconut that just happened to be laying out and just happened to somehow make it onto the marshmallows. Two were slathered with peanut butter and dipped in chocolate for the one that doesn't do coconut. They are currently hardening in the fridge.
I have to say that this is a pretty mellow way to end a very crazy week!
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