I used a pun to title this post. Just making sure I still know how to use a pun. Also, just making sure I still know how to blog.
It’s been awhile. A long while. When I started this blog, I was a “career woman,” out in the real world, sharing my daily debacles as I stumbled through life working, maintaining our home, and attempting “domestic goddess” status. I had a lot to share, and a lot of time to share it.
Nowadays, I strive to take a shower.
I don’t want this to become another “Mommy blog,” because, as much as I’m in love with our new son, and as much as I am adoring my new career as a stay-at-home mom (striving to be promoted to domestic engineer), I’m still trying to find the balance of meeting the little guy’s needs, maintaining the kind of home Ryan and I are accustomed to (and, in fact, the kind of home we both need in order to stay sane), and keeping two men and a dog fed (that sounds like a weird movie, doesn’t it?) while also trying to find time to keep doing my “me” things. That sounds selfish, doesn’t it? Except that in concept, it’s really not…God, I hope it’s not. Ryan needs his time with the little one when he gets home from work. And I do occasionally like to take a break from the kitchen and laundry to read a book, take a bath, do my nails, or write a blog. And Clohe is the kind of dog who still needs to be the center of attention, so we have been trying to keep up with her therapy visits. (And this is a lot of parentheses and sentence fragments. Apparently, my writing skills are slipping). And if I’m showered, dressed (in jeans, not sweats!), and can apply a bit of make-up and do something with my wildly-out-of-control hair before 6 pm… well, that’s a big bonus.
And so recently, what with the little man sleeping 8-ish hour stretches at night (hallelujah!), I’ve been taking baby steps back into the kitchen. This weekend, I made a crock pot chicken cacciatore, these grocery store-style sugar cookies, a batch of chocolate chip cookies, and a batch of homemade salted caramel sauce that I plan to substitute in the cheesecake recipe I’m contributing to Thanksgiving dinner with Ryan’s family.
Most weeknight meals lately have been chicken; I’ve found that cooking a whole fryer chicken on the weekends when Ryan is home, then portioning it out and leaving it in the fridge makes dinnertime much easier, since the most time-consuming part is already done. When I can, I’ve made extra of whatever we’re having, and put half a meal into the freezer for later. Or, if it’s been a really rough day, Ryan just has to entertain the baby while I throw something together quickly. In fact, last Monday night, Ryan came home to find me sacked out on the loveseat with the baby, nothing started for dinner. Fortunately, my pre-portioned chicken idea saved the night, and dinner was ready in less than twenty minutes.
So, I’m working on getting the cleaning-with-a-baby-in-the-house routine down. Cooking and baking are also works in progress. And so the next item on my list is blogging.
Baby steps, friends. Baby steps.