1. Once Again, I Blame Megan. This time, I blame her for introducing me to my new TV obsession, Once Upon A Time. Honestly, I should have known that I would eventually get hooked, since it stars Ginnifer Goodwin and that pretty blonde chick that fell in love with House on House, but I usually don’t start watching TV shows until they’ve been on the air for several seasons because I am always hopelessly behind on every trend. But every time Megan posted a Once Upon A Time Tuesday post, I was intrigued… until finally this past Sunday I made a point of watching it… AND THEN I WATCHED FOUR MORE EPISODES ON DEMAND SO I COULD CATCH UP.
2. I have no one to blame but myself for my other TV obsession. Have you seen this new show Awake? It’s about a guy who is in a terrible car accident with his wife and son, and his son dies, so he and his wife are left trying to put their lives back together, each in their own way. The thing is, the husband goes to sleep every night and wakes up in a reality where his son is alive and his wife is dead. And he has no idea which reality is really real. He’s even seeing a therapist in each reality – two different therapists, by the way – only one of several major differences between each alternative. I HAD to at least give this show a try because Jason Isaacs is in it and I have a BIG TIME crush on Jason Isaacs.
*swoon* Only in this show he’s not evil. At least not yet. Things could change. The pilot was awesome and the end of the second episode led me to believe that this is more than a story about the strange inner workings of one man’s brain. I am cautiously optimistic about liking this show because I think the original premise could have been resolved in a two-hour movie. The fact that the writers are setting out to make this into a full series says that they must have something up their sleeves and I am HOPING AND PRAYING it’s not dumb and they don’t jump the shark sometime in the next three episodes. I’m also HOPING AND PRAYING that the show is awesome enough to get stellar ratings because I don’t want it sucking me in and then getting cancelled before anything is resolved.
You hear that, Mr. Isaacs and Unnamed Writers and Producers? LOTS OF PRESSURE TO BE AWESOME. Please don’t disappoint me.
3. Moving away from T.V.: I need to get my butt in gear and get some meal planning done. You see, I used to be able to meal-plan like a mofo and stay within my food budget every week no problem, because I just made the same old stuff week in and week out, adding in a new recipe or two every month or so. (Except for the last half of my pregnancy and first three or four months of Garrett’s life, during which time I made NO new recipes and relied heavily on the convenience of frozen pizza. I was the tiredest pregnant lady you’ve ever met, something I hope will be different the next time I get preggo because I’ll be eating better, but I digress.) Now I’m making new stuff all the time and trying to find creative ways to fill up our plates without my old standbys: pasta, rice, potatoes, corn, bread, and cheese. Although I almost NEVER buy books new, I’m considering picking up a Paleo cookbook (or three) so I have something to turn to when I have absolutely no idea what I’m going to make for dinner tonight.
Mmmmmmm. Is your mouth watering? Because it should be. Image source.
Last night I picked up a couple of pounds of chicken tenders and made Wellness Mama’s Chicken Piccata (or rather, a version of it using the spices I had on hand) and it was A-MAZ-ING. Best of all, I had lots of leftover yummy-healthy fried chicken tenders that I can quickly heat up when Garrett the Wonder Toddler gets hangry.
4. Anyone else celebrate St. Patrick’s day? Years ago, I met a lovely woman who I am convinced had previously lived in Stepford. Not only did she work full-time and raise three little girls as a single mom, she also baked the most amazing pumpkin pies from scratch. As in, she cut up a fresh pumpkin and cooked it for the filling and blended butter and flour into a crust of flaky deliciousness. (You know, most of us mortals just use a Pillsbury pie crust and the Libby’s canned pumpkin. Unless we are trying to eat Paleo, which forbids any sort of flaky deliciousness that comes from butter and flour, but I digress.)
Anyway, this lovely woman invited me to her home for her traditional Irish dinner of corned beef and cabbage. I am ashamed to say that at the age of 23 I had never had corned beef OR cabbage in my life. And it was a religious experience. Corned beef and I are obviously soulmates. I love a Reuben sandwich like I love my momma. (Unless I’m trying to eat Paleo, in which case marbled rye bread is a big no-no, but I digress.) (Yes, I’m missing bread this week.)
OMG YUM. Image source.
So all that to say that I’m going to try making corned beef this year! Except that since I’m going to brine the brisket myself, I won’t be serving it tomorrow on the actual St. Patrick’s Day, because the brining process takes several days. I guess I will have to celebrate St. Paddy’s by drinking a great deal of Sam Adams beer. (And yes, I know that beer isn’t Paleo, but what the hell do you want from me, I’m already not eating bread.)
5. Let’s get serious for a moment: Any mommies out there fighting mommy guilt? Please read The Good Enough Mother and Apologies to the Parents I Judged Four Years Ago. Because let’s keep it real, y’all, those of us who feel bad all the time about not being perfect mommies? Are probably pretty damn good mommies and are just too hard on ourselves even though now that we have kids we’ve realized that all those other mommies we used to judge? Were pretty good mommies, too. I’m not saying fill your kids’s sippy cups with lead paint and vodka tonics. I’m just saying it’s okay to mess up sometimes and it’s okay to fall short of our own expectations because our expectations are probably impossibly high. AMIRITE?
Now, if this is your kid, you probably ARE a bad mom. Just saying. Image source.
6. Also, if you have ever struggled with your weight and felt like a ugly, lazy failure, please get your hands on a copy of Gary Taubes’ Why We Get Fat: And What to Do About It. I’m about three chapters in and it’s FASCINATING. Apparently the widely-held view that fat people sit on their butts and stuff their faces all day long? Not so scientifically-based as we’ve been led to believe.
7. My plans for this weekend are the same as every weekend: try desperately to get my household in order. Last weekend I did a good job of sorting, purging and organizing in my bedroom, but there is still (always!) so much to do. If you want some great organizing inspiration, check out this post at Modern Parents Messy Kids. You will laugh AND cry, I guarantee it. After you have dried your tears, be sure to join Project Organize Your Entire Life. You’ll be glad you did.