Friday, February 29, 2008
Staring into the void -- er, fridge
Lately I seem to have lost all enthusiasm for cooking. It's sad.
Now, I've never been a great cook, but usually I like to try new recipes and I enjoy the process once I'm in it, even when making yet another vegetarian pasta sauce. But these days I just can't get over the **uuunnnhhh** of having to think about what to make. I even teach 2 nights a week, so I don't make supper those nights, D. does, so you'd think I'd have more enthusiasm on the nights at home when I get to cook for my family. That's how it was when I first started teaching. My nights at home meant 3- or 4-course meals -- old favourites done really well, or new things that tasted yum. And I made enough so that D. could serve leftovers on the nights when I had to be away.
Not now. I think it might be the winter blahs which, frankly, are affecting every other aspect of my life as well. But I just can't get 'round it. I look in the fridge some nights and, literally? I feel like I want to cry. Now isn't that pathetic?
Lately I seem to have lost all enthusiasm for cooking. It's sad.
Now, I've never been a great cook, but usually I like to try new recipes and I enjoy the process once I'm in it, even when making yet another vegetarian pasta sauce. But these days I just can't get over the **uuunnnhhh** of having to think about what to make. I even teach 2 nights a week, so I don't make supper those nights, D. does, so you'd think I'd have more enthusiasm on the nights at home when I get to cook for my family. That's how it was when I first started teaching. My nights at home meant 3- or 4-course meals -- old favourites done really well, or new things that tasted yum. And I made enough so that D. could serve leftovers on the nights when I had to be away.
Not now. I think it might be the winter blahs which, frankly, are affecting every other aspect of my life as well. But I just can't get 'round it. I look in the fridge some nights and, literally? I feel like I want to cry. Now isn't that pathetic?
Friday, February 22, 2008
Time moves
We're almost at the mid-point of the semester, my wee daughter is singing Easter songs she learned in preschool, and something about the quality of the sunshine yesterday tells me that spring is finally on its way.
That heavy, fast-falling wall of snow out there? Just an illusion, Grasshopper. Weather is irrelevant. We are being swept along in the stream of Time.
We're almost at the mid-point of the semester, my wee daughter is singing Easter songs she learned in preschool, and something about the quality of the sunshine yesterday tells me that spring is finally on its way.
That heavy, fast-falling wall of snow out there? Just an illusion, Grasshopper. Weather is irrelevant. We are being swept along in the stream of Time.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Sheepish
I had to work last night, Valentine's night, and when I got home, at around 10:30, D. was already in bed. So I came upstairs to say hi and tell him about my class, because, like, who cares if he's tired when I'm all hyper and need to talk to someone, right? Well, before I went upstairs I had a quick look 'round downstairs to see if there might be some lovely little Valentine's day giftie waiting for me. No dice. So when I went upstairs to talk to my adorable husband the conversation turned, in the end, to my ever-so-slight disappointment about the fact that I had not received a valentine. I thought I was being very reasonable and expressed my feeling that, seeing as I didn't get anything for Christmas either, this might be perceived as symbolic of my being taken for granted. Maybe? Just a little? Well, he was quite quiet and when I told him that I was going downstairs to drown my disappointment in cold leftover pizza, he said only this: "You don't know everything, y'know." Huh? Yeah, whatever. Good NIGHT.
Well, I guess we all know how this story ends. I went into the kitchen and found beautiful, special chocolates and a sweet, heartfelt note from my wonderful husband-who-really-doesn't-take-me-for-granted. Whoops! Guess I should have looked a little harder before I let loose my acid tongue.
I apologized. He just laughed. He knows me so well. That's why he just doesn't listen anymore.
I had to work last night, Valentine's night, and when I got home, at around 10:30, D. was already in bed. So I came upstairs to say hi and tell him about my class, because, like, who cares if he's tired when I'm all hyper and need to talk to someone, right? Well, before I went upstairs I had a quick look 'round downstairs to see if there might be some lovely little Valentine's day giftie waiting for me. No dice. So when I went upstairs to talk to my adorable husband the conversation turned, in the end, to my ever-so-slight disappointment about the fact that I had not received a valentine. I thought I was being very reasonable and expressed my feeling that, seeing as I didn't get anything for Christmas either, this might be perceived as symbolic of my being taken for granted. Maybe? Just a little? Well, he was quite quiet and when I told him that I was going downstairs to drown my disappointment in cold leftover pizza, he said only this: "You don't know everything, y'know." Huh? Yeah, whatever. Good NIGHT.
Well, I guess we all know how this story ends. I went into the kitchen and found beautiful, special chocolates and a sweet, heartfelt note from my wonderful husband-who-really-doesn't-take-me-for-granted. Whoops! Guess I should have looked a little harder before I let loose my acid tongue.
I apologized. He just laughed. He knows me so well. That's why he just doesn't listen anymore.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Everything in Moderation
Well, I'm sorry to say it, but spammers seem to have discovered my little blog, tucked away here in a dark corner of cyberspace. So, unfortunately, I will be moderating the comments from this post on. I know I hardly get any comments anyway, but I thought I'd let you know. Don't let it stop you from weighing in!
Well, I'm sorry to say it, but spammers seem to have discovered my little blog, tucked away here in a dark corner of cyberspace. So, unfortunately, I will be moderating the comments from this post on. I know I hardly get any comments anyway, but I thought I'd let you know. Don't let it stop you from weighing in!
Monday, February 04, 2008
Bizzy, bizzy, bizzy
I thought this was going to be an easy breezy semester, a much-needed recuperation from the insanity of my first semester of teaching. It turns out that I am running all the time from one obligation to another, while trying to take good care of my children. It all adds up to full-time-plus. Not that I'm complaining. It certainly is a life with lots of variety and I know ferdamnsure that it beats working in a cubicle. I just can't get over how complicated life with three children is, despite all of my many efforts to keep it simple.
Perhaps I'll ease into a routine and things will seem less frantic in couple of weeks. I hope so. I hate frantic.
I thought this was going to be an easy breezy semester, a much-needed recuperation from the insanity of my first semester of teaching. It turns out that I am running all the time from one obligation to another, while trying to take good care of my children. It all adds up to full-time-plus. Not that I'm complaining. It certainly is a life with lots of variety and I know ferdamnsure that it beats working in a cubicle. I just can't get over how complicated life with three children is, despite all of my many efforts to keep it simple.
Perhaps I'll ease into a routine and things will seem less frantic in couple of weeks. I hope so. I hate frantic.
