Here's my little guy. Lately he's obsessed with putting his hood over his head only - no arms - then running fast and shouting for all to hear, "I'm a Superhero!" Here he has stopped for a brief moment, and even struck a tough guy pose.
Mama Kat's writing prompt that I chose this week was, 4.) Your significant others family is coming over in two hours..think about what’s in your kitchen. Now QUICK…what’s for dinner!?!
What's that you say? The in-laws are coming over for dinner in two hours? I got this in the bag, honey. This scenario is one excellent reason for meal planning, my friends. I always know what's for dinner and I've done all of this week's shopping last weekend so I'm stocked and ready to roll. Boo-yahhhh...as my daughter would say. (Oh, dear Lord.)
What I had planned for tonight's dinner was Broccoli Cheese Soup in the crockpot. Here it is 2PM and I haven't started it. Funny thing about crock pots - they're slow cookers. So that idea is out. Instead, what I do is go to the handy-dandy interwebs and look up a recipe for broccoli cheese soup that doesn't require the crockpot. After all, I have all the ingredients! So that's actually what's for dinner tonight. I'm pulling out a ciabatta loaf I have from the freezer and calling it good.
There's always a chance that the in-laws come over on a night where a personal food preference or a food allergy leaves them hungry, or the amount of food I bought will feed our little crew but can't stretch quite far enough to feed a couple more mouths. Let's run with that to make it interesting.
In that case, I'm rifling through what's left of the meal plan for the week to see if anything else will work, or just go to the freezer. First though, I'll set out chips and salsa which I always have...or right now I have a wheel of brie and even crackers to go with it, score!
As for dinner, I'm still looking...I always have frozen chicken breasts - defrost, marinade and grill = done. Right now I have a 10lb. bag of potatoes calling my name and all the ingredients to make twice baked potatoes = done. I'm also trying to clean out my chest freezer in the garage because I plan on doing some MAJOR freezer meals this upcoming week so let's take out a ton of frozen broccoli and make a mean steamed broccoli = done. How can steamed broccoli be tasty, you ask? Why, with lots of salted butter, friend, lots of salted butter. That's what's for dinner in a pinch.
Or, let's be honest here, I might suggest they just pick up a pizza on their way out to the house.
I found myself with a little bit of extra time today because my kids went back to school today. Luckily, our school district had the foresight to make a call to all the parents on Saturday night to remind us. I was convinced, and told a number of people, that our kids started back to school on Tuesday because today is normally a holiday.
Imagine my delight when I found out my husband was also off today. Because it's a holiday. So we dropped the kids off at school and had a breakfast date and then went to an early movie. A fun way to start the new year, I say!
A much better start than slipping and falling on my bare arse and hand (ouch) while climbing out of the hot tub to stop my sleepy daughter from waking the rest of the kids in the house in the weeeeee hours of the morning on New Year's Day.
It could have been so much worse. I could have hit my head. I could have broken that wrist I so gracefully used to try to stop my fall. But it makes everything so much worse when your clothes are nowhere to be seen and your robe is...over...there...just...out...of...reach. And there are well-meaning people in the hot tub looking down upon you, asking after your well-being. I mean, I did just fall out of the hot tub after all. But we moms, sometimes we have to get up even when we really don't want to. Even when our dignity is compromised. Even when it would be so much easier to lay there on the concrete slab and let someone put a robe over you so you can compose yourself with grace. But no, there's a child awake in the house who is surely going to start that siren cry at any moment. So scramble I do to grab that damn robe, tend to the kids and wrap up a wonderful New Years Eve.