We've done a little gardening...
Some much needed pet bonding...
and LOTS and LOTS of running!! (yesterday we did 7.25 miles!!)
But by and large, I've been a little tired, a little overwhelmed, a little off in general. So today, I decided to make the best of our Friday and cook a nice meal, spend time with the little ones, and get excited about a date night in with the hubster...
I decided on smothered pork chops, mashed potatoes from scratch and a nice salad. I set to work this morning - getting little bits done while the babies were in the mood so I could take breaks when needed and not get into a stressed rush. All was going really well...until...
I had everything cleaned, ready to be warmed after bedtime rituals came to a close. I was smiling. I checked the chops for, oh, I don't know - the 10th time or so - they smelled great, just about done...I tried to remove them from my beloved Le Creuset pan so I could really be ready to relax after dinner...they. were. stuck. Oh. my gosh. Some of the gravy had stuck and burned to the bottom.
I kept my cool - sort of - a little upset that things didn't go as perfectly as I'd imagined - but honestly, when do they?? I got what I could off of the pan - the dish (food) was by no means ruined - but I was definitely praying that the enamel on the pan was far less delicate than I'd treated it to be in the past.
The babies were playing at my feet...quietly...I should have known something was up - but I was too into the enamel on my sacred pan (seriously, I'm the first to admit how weirdly obsessed I am with Le Creuset - Brent gets me a piece here and there for gifts on special occasions. Yes. I like it THAT much.- I've also asked for a vacuum cleaner for my birthday before. Brent didn't have the nerve to get it - so my mom did. I suppose that makes me a bit cliche?? I can hear the fem-nazis cringing...)
I felt so accomplished as I scrubbed the last of the brown crust off of the bottom of the pan. I dried it...babies still quiet...Mom still naive and unsuspecting...I turned around...
Note to self...
Do not leave a new container of Puffs within babies' reach...
Then turn your back for oh....5 minutes or so...
and for goodness sake - ALWAYS question when babies are quiet for ANY period of time!!!
Then it happened... I didn't really loose it - it was more of a release from a ghastly few days of restless and interrupted sleep, trying to catch up in my milk supply as the babies have gone off their solids again (they seem to be back on as of last night and this morning though), and fighting a week long loosing battle with a laundry beast that seriously could have swallowed our entire family never to be heard from again...think Hoarders...ok - that last part was a slight (SLIGHT mind you) exaggeration...
I said, "God dammit." As offensive as it sounds, I spell it out here to give the full effect of the moment. It wasn't really angry in tone - more of a loud, deflated sigh. The babies stopped smashing puffs into the floor, looked up at me and smiled. I must have forgotten where I was for a moment. But, there it was, my little reminder in the form of a tiny sweet Mary Louise sing song voice, "God dammit." She beamed, no doubt quite proud of her perfect, I mean flawless, imitation of her far from perfect mommy. I groaned. "Please don't repeat it again," I thought with my eyes closed.
She didn't.
I must MUST MUST clean up my potty mouth!!
xo,
Heather
:D Love this! Here's to tomorrow being a kinder, more relaxed day!!
ReplyDeleteI brown stuff in my Creuset all of the time. Scrubbing it just doesn't work and it takes FOREVER. Just soak it in plain water overnight, and it will come right off the next morning. Claire
ReplyDeleteLOL! i love it!
ReplyDeleteHaha! too funny! I was the comment about "ditto" on the target diapers, and was checking back in to see how they worked. Glad they worked well for you!! Hopefully, it continues. It has for me for several months. As mentioned, I used the Huggies overnights and had horrible leaks...so much so that my hubbie finally asked if I was using the "overnight" diapers I had insisted on...lol! It's been target ever since.
ReplyDeleteAs for potty mouth...Heather, it might just be "God's" way, in a bit humorous fashion, of telling you everything will be just fine. You've been such a great mother, and worried so, so much, about the babies from the time they were born, to lifting their heads, to sitting up (tripod sits, etc), to not being able to decode their speech...So, mabye it was "God" speaking through sweet little mary louise to say...we're going to be just fine, mommy!!..No, ruptured retinas, No bad flu, or RSV things in the future...We are going to be just fine!!!