OK, before you think that I'm a horrible person, realize that I'm talking about my football season widowhood. In my household, football trumps ALL. NFL, College, Madden on Xbox or South American futbol; it doesn't matter, the obsession reigns. If it's on the tv (or secondary computer screen or iPhone), then it receives 100% of my husband's attention.
Also understand that my husband's only days off are Sunday and Monday, prime football days (yes, that was by design). Sunday warrants watching all 14 games in one way or another. That leaves Monday to fit in household chores and family time, as long as it is before MNF kickoff. After 7:30? Deal's off! The closer to kickoff, the more he glances at his watch and starts shaking much like I do when I want chocolate and can't get it.
So, getting down to business, I've decided to shrug off my grief, give up on mourning, and live life with my son whether football is on or not. If the hubby wants to turn the TV off and rejoin the land of the living, he is more than welcome, but I've spent enough time with sheets over the mirrors and a black band on my arm.
Life is for the living and Little Man and I are going to live it!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
My Favorite Time of the Day
My absolute favorite time of the day is just after bathtime when I lift my son from the tub and he wraps his tiny arms tightly around my neck while laying his cheek on my shoulder. He is one year old and old enough to want more independence but still enough of a baby to be dependent on his momma.
I could care less if I get soaked from head to toe from his little self. That big hug is enough to keep me going each day. It doesn't matter how difficult he was that day, that one moment makes it ALL worth it. He is my reason.
You other moms understand!
I could care less if I get soaked from head to toe from his little self. That big hug is enough to keep me going each day. It doesn't matter how difficult he was that day, that one moment makes it ALL worth it. He is my reason.
You other moms understand!
Friday, September 17, 2010
Get Up and Go
I'm having an incredibly difficult time getting going today. I went to sleep early enough but got very little sleep. The perfect opportunity wasted by an overacting worry spot in my brain! Now, you need to understand that I worry about everything... money, motherhood, professional vocation, marriage - you name it, I worry about it.
When I told my mom about my blah mood, she reminded me that some days are just like that. The million dollar question comes when pondering how to snap out of it. Usually, two episodes of Project Runway gives me motivational inspiration enough to achieve something, anything. Come on! If these people make clothes out of recycling and party supplies, then I can list my art on Etsy or clean up the rearrange-the-living room mess I made on Wednesday! But, nada. I'm not finding it.
I would pump enough coffee into my system to kill an elephant, but caffeine on an empty stomach makes me grumpy. Since the hubby had an early shift today and gets home earlier than usual, grumpy is not an option!
So, I think a shower is in order to wash the funk off (funk as in mired down not stinky armpits), then one cup of coffee with lunch and some laundry to freshen up the sheets for possibly a better night's sleep tonight. Hopefully, the rest will just follow.
When I told my mom about my blah mood, she reminded me that some days are just like that. The million dollar question comes when pondering how to snap out of it. Usually, two episodes of Project Runway gives me motivational inspiration enough to achieve something, anything. Come on! If these people make clothes out of recycling and party supplies, then I can list my art on Etsy or clean up the rearrange-the-living room mess I made on Wednesday! But, nada. I'm not finding it.
I would pump enough coffee into my system to kill an elephant, but caffeine on an empty stomach makes me grumpy. Since the hubby had an early shift today and gets home earlier than usual, grumpy is not an option!
So, I think a shower is in order to wash the funk off (funk as in mired down not stinky armpits), then one cup of coffee with lunch and some laundry to freshen up the sheets for possibly a better night's sleep tonight. Hopefully, the rest will just follow.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Dinner Re-Made: Chicken Wings
It's a fact universally known by football fans (and their wives) worldwide, that the perfect accompaniments to some pigskin are chicken wings and beer. Monday Night Football meant that the Hubby wanted chicken wings to highlight a fantasy football win. Since we're broke, I had to improvise.
I took boneless, skinless chicken breast and injected them with some wing sauce (2 oz Louisiana Gold Hot Sauce to 1 oz butter, warmed in the microwave to combine) then let them marinate in the overflow for about 10 minutes. In the mean time, I put a large skillet to warm over medium-high heat and sprayed it liberally with Pam cooking spray. Since my husband likes it nice and spicy, I used the Hot and Spicy Shake 'N Bake to coat the marinated chicken breast then put it in the skillet to "fry." I'm a bit of a wuss, so I used the Original Shake 'N Bake for mine.
I seared it for 6-10 minutes on each side until the insides were nice and white and the outside was golden crispy. To finish the meal, I steamed some mixed veggetables and coated them with popcorn seasoning for a healthy alternative to fries. It may not have been the real deal, but my husband did say it was the next best thing.
Score one for wifey for Monday Night Football!
I took boneless, skinless chicken breast and injected them with some wing sauce (2 oz Louisiana Gold Hot Sauce to 1 oz butter, warmed in the microwave to combine) then let them marinate in the overflow for about 10 minutes. In the mean time, I put a large skillet to warm over medium-high heat and sprayed it liberally with Pam cooking spray. Since my husband likes it nice and spicy, I used the Hot and Spicy Shake 'N Bake to coat the marinated chicken breast then put it in the skillet to "fry." I'm a bit of a wuss, so I used the Original Shake 'N Bake for mine.
I seared it for 6-10 minutes on each side until the insides were nice and white and the outside was golden crispy. To finish the meal, I steamed some mixed veggetables and coated them with popcorn seasoning for a healthy alternative to fries. It may not have been the real deal, but my husband did say it was the next best thing.
Score one for wifey for Monday Night Football!
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
I'm a Football Season Widow
So, it seems that the football season is officially four days old, and I'm already a season widow. My husband loves football more than most men love their momma's cooking and is playing in two Fantasy Football Leagues this year. You know what that means? Mucho self entertainment.
I will admit that there are really only so many times a person can check Facebook before you memorize other people's posts and have resorted to commenting (several times) on a friend's concern for the length of their cat's nails. There are only so many times you can beat Sudoku before you crave something more challenging. Like texting my hormonally pregnant cousin 20 minutes after her bedtime. Now, that's living on the edge!
Want to know the kicker? I used to like football well enough. OK, if I am going to be honest with you, I tolerated football. Football and I were like Hillary Clinton and Monica Lewinsky before the blue dress fiasco; we could be in the same room without killing one another just for the sake of our man, but we didn't like it. Nowadays, the blue dress has been discovered and untold crimes against cigars have been uncovered. Four days a week for five months out of the year with one game on the television and another on the computer while tracking fantasy football scores on the smart phone... that's enough to drive a wife mad!
Enter this blog. This is my attempt to entertain you while maintaining my sanity. I am a wife and a mother, and I stay at home to take care of it all. (How I got to do that is another story for another time, but it's a good one.) I'll definitely jump all over the place and will probably make at least one friend or loved one angry, but hopefully I'll entertain you as well.
Well, I am going to go now. I have a quarter and a half to go before Monday Night Football ends, unless they have snuck yet another game into the lineup. That leaves just enough time to make this blog pretty before Hubby resurrects from the pigskin-induced catatonic state and we can watch our quality programming. God bless our DVR!
I will admit that there are really only so many times a person can check Facebook before you memorize other people's posts and have resorted to commenting (several times) on a friend's concern for the length of their cat's nails. There are only so many times you can beat Sudoku before you crave something more challenging. Like texting my hormonally pregnant cousin 20 minutes after her bedtime. Now, that's living on the edge!
Want to know the kicker? I used to like football well enough. OK, if I am going to be honest with you, I tolerated football. Football and I were like Hillary Clinton and Monica Lewinsky before the blue dress fiasco; we could be in the same room without killing one another just for the sake of our man, but we didn't like it. Nowadays, the blue dress has been discovered and untold crimes against cigars have been uncovered. Four days a week for five months out of the year with one game on the television and another on the computer while tracking fantasy football scores on the smart phone... that's enough to drive a wife mad!
Enter this blog. This is my attempt to entertain you while maintaining my sanity. I am a wife and a mother, and I stay at home to take care of it all. (How I got to do that is another story for another time, but it's a good one.) I'll definitely jump all over the place and will probably make at least one friend or loved one angry, but hopefully I'll entertain you as well.
Well, I am going to go now. I have a quarter and a half to go before Monday Night Football ends, unless they have snuck yet another game into the lineup. That leaves just enough time to make this blog pretty before Hubby resurrects from the pigskin-induced catatonic state and we can watch our quality programming. God bless our DVR!
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