I have seriously hit a wall. I look at the calendar for the next three weeks and I don’t see any way I am going to feel rested and rejuvenated before that back-to-school bell rings.
The funny thing is that just about two weeks ago I was feeling wonderful enjoying how summer was softly slipping by. Then WHAM! Family funkiness set in and I feel like I’ve been robbed. My reserve of peace and calm has been depleted just like that. I want it all back, and I want it back now. I want to laze. I want to linger. I want to lollygag. And yet it doesn’t look lkie that’s in the cards at the moment.
And as some of you readers might well relate to, these periods of unease are notorious for their “trickle down effect”. Yep, you feel like a rotten egg inside and all of a sudden your offspring start acting like rotten eggs. It’s a vicious cycle. I can’t take any more arguing. I don’t want to wake up to whining. If anyone is going into timeout, I think it should be me and I think that timeout should take place at a five star resort.
All sarcasm aside, I have seriously considered asking the Hubs what he would think about me escaping for a weekend. I’m imagining something along the lines of using hotel points, checking in, lounging, reading, listening to pure silence – – – just picture a big sedentary, quasi-comatose blob, and that’s what I dream of being for 48 hours straight. I may not even emerge to consume food. I said “may not”; don’t hold it against me if I decide to shower and make myself presentable for the express purpose of eating out at some swanky restaurant.
But until I actually have that conversation with the Hubs, and he’s on board with the 48 hour escape idea, I guess I will just have to suck it up and keep on keepin’ on. I’ll sort through the major crisis at hand. I’ll take toddlers to swim lessons, drive kids to practices, plan play dates and get togethers, police ipad usage, continue the endless cycle of feeding people, washing people, washing clothes, and washing dishes. I’ll try not to whine about it all, because as I myself have been heard saying, “Whining isn’t going to change anything.”
I know my perspective will change soon enough, even if the Hubs isn’t down with that 48 hour furlough idea. It always does. I know that soon enough I will see things in a different light. Feel that heaviness gone. When I start hearing kind words from my kids’ mouths again and see them helping of each other with love in their eyes, then I’ll know that we’re back in synch and that, for the most part, everything has been restored.
I don’t know about you, but when junk goes awry in my little universe, I always find that soup makes it better. Here’s a little Summer Corn Chowder that I whipped up recently. It might not cure all ills, but it sure did taste good.
I started by sautéing up a little bacon.
After the bacon was crisp, I removed it with a slotted spoon and set it aside.
I took about 6 ears of fresh sweet corn and removed the kernels from he cobs.
I added the corn, along with some chopped russet potatoes and diced crookneck squash to the bacon drippings. I sautéed it all for about 5 minutes and then added in some veggie broth. I simmered it all about 20 minutes until everything was tender.
I then scooped about 3 cups of the mixture out and transferred it to the blender. I pureed that to a nice smooth texture. I transferred it back to the original pot, added in some fresh whipping cream and a little cayenne pepper for a bit of a kick. A little salt and pepper to taste and we were good to go.
Here’s the complete recipe for Summer Corn Chowder with Bacon, adapted from Epicurious.
Tricia, how did you get into my head? I have been dreaming daily of going away by myself. I love your phrasing. Laze, linger and lollygag are beautiful words which will be echoing in my head to spur me on as I frantically try to finish cleaning and planning. Putting those words into action for a few days, even if still at home, will be my reward if I can get it all done.
Jennifer – hope you have finished with all your “have-to’s” and have found that much deserved time to laze.