Is it a meal kit service that makes life easier, or extra pressure delivered to your doorstep on ice? Maybe a little bit of both.
Getting out of the house, instead of GET OUT OF THE $%!ING HOUSE in the morning.
In my brain, there is a cycle that goes like this:
“Oh shit. I’m feeding the kids nothing but processed food for breakfast. I’m a monster. I’d better fix that.”
For next 2-3 weeks: “Everything is made from scratch. I rock. The kids seem smarter already.”
Have you seen that article in The Onion: Mom Spends Beach Vacation Assuming all Household Duties in Closer Proximity to the Ocean?
Yeah. That pretty much sums it up.
You know - the ones that are so overripe they make your teeth hurt. Or, maybe your toddler insisted on having an entire banana, took a nano-bite and decided “DONE!”
Here’s an idea.
I was busy filling sippies with milk, making those Peanut Butter & Co Dark Chocolate Dream rollups the kids like (and coffee, always coffee), and getting our day started. My ears perked up when Rachel Martin started talking about the current administration's proposed budget on Morning Edition. As Orange Julius’s plan to eliminate the NEA, NEH and Corporation for Public Broadcasting unfolded, my stomach turned. I wanted to punch him. And scream. And punch a few other people.
The real thing is incredibly easy, a real comfort food, and just as fast as making boxed mac and cheese. Plus it only takes a few ingredients that you probably already have.
This is my go-to when life gets hectic and I realize - at 5:45 pm - that I forgot to take the salmon out of the freezer, soak the beans, etc.
The kids love it and would eat the whole pot in one sitting if it were up to them.
When Sweetpea told me she wanted a Peppa Pig cake for her birthday, I immediately wondered if a cake pan could do all the work for me. A quick check on Amazon yielded nada. So then the next stop, of course, was Pinterest.
Everything I was finding was with fondant, and I didn’t know shizzle about working with it. As far as I was concerned, that was for other people, like the Perfect Pinterest Fairies. Not me.
So, here’s what I’ve had to do to keep my sanity intact. If you’re feeling like I am, maybe this will help you too.
It starts with a tchotchke from the pedi’s post-shot treasure chest. Then Aunt Karen visits and unloads her giganto bag of little plastic goodies. A hideous roadtrip impulse buy (you know, to get them to be quiet long enough to listen to 3 minutes of a podcast) becomes a beloved heirloom that can *never* be thrown out.
Then, it’s a holiday or birthday, and you’re contemplating what to buy for your kids that won’t be old news by the end of the week, inch you closer to a Hoarders intervention, or both.
Fun, easy activities for you + your littles, in a nice neat little package.
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