I want to know what’s entertaining you these days. So! What are you reading, watching, and listening to?
Here are my answers
Reading: this past week I read Prep by Curtis Sittenfeld and read (listened to the audiobook) Carry On by Rainbow Rowell. I love YA generally, but I was extra motivated to read these because I saw both authors speak at a library event last night! Both very enjoyable, in different ways. Next up is Sisterland, also by Curtis Sittenfeld (which I didn’t get read before the event because the library messed up my holds.)
Watching: Currently I’m re-watching Parks & Rec, because I need some Leslie Knope in my life.
Listening to: Uhhhh, a mish-mash of stuff. Some Christmas music (I’m singing in a choir at a Nativity display, so I’ve been listening to the stuff we’re singing so I can work on it) some various accapella groups (I will take recommendations if you have them!) a lot of 90s stuff and other randomness. Tell me something good to listen to.
What about you?
I kind of hate grocery shopping. I used to like it! When we were first married, Brian and I would go grocery shopping together every Saturday, and it was very nice. These days I go alone, because we aren’t crazy. And I have to go on Saturdays because I can’t take the kids. I mean, theoretically I could, but both Daniel and Lydia still have to ride in the cart if I have any chance of accomplishing anything, and that leaves zero room for actual food. I can generally get away with shopping every other weekend, although I usually have to go to at least 3 stores.
Anyway, today was a grocery shopping day. I was extra prepared with a list (usually I don’t make a list, I just wing it based on what we have in the house and what I know the kids eat) since I didn’t want to forget anything for Thanksgiving! But as I shopped I discovered that the store was out of green beans (for green bean casserole) and mini marshmallows (for stringing with cranberries for the tree) and disposable roasting pans (for turkey, obvs) and canned pumpkin. And listen, I could maybe have lived without the other stuff, but WE ARE HAVING PUMPKIN PIE.
Back to the store on Monday.
How about an ornament tutorial? Great.
I signed up for a felt ornament swap this year and decided to make snowflakes. And of course the ones I really liked (found on Pinterest, obviously) were just pictures, no instructions on how to make them, so I just guessed! Fun times.
I like how they turned out though!
So here’s what I did. Instead of cutting 6 individual points I cut 3 on the fold, like so:
I cut one out as a patten, but I wasn’t super picky about symmetry or measuring (as you can see.)
Next I put a line of hot glue down the center of the narrow part.
Then folded that in half and bent it at an angle.
So you end up with 3 pieces that look like this:
Then I cut out a very precise (no) circle to glue those 3 pieces on to. Here’s the front & back after gluing.
The cutting on the points was just freehand, a SHARP pair of scissors is key to this projects. Seriously. If you try to do this with regular scissors you’ll just end up hating yourself. (I have fabric scissors that I hide from the family. Regular scissors in the kitchen for everyone, fabric scissors ONLY FOR ME.)
I tried a few things with the beads, this was the way I liked them best. The clear beads hold two points together to help the snowflake hold its shape, but it’d be fine without them. Blue beads are purely decorative. (Also, they are sewn on, but you could probably hot glue them too.) Then I glued on a loop of embroidery thread on the back to hang it from.
Anyway, VOILA! Here’s the same picture I put at the start.
Life is…not great. I am not great. Things have been stressful and busy and the news is filled with terrible things. Multiple times a day I think, “This country elected a president who is willing to openly and unapologetically mock my son.” That’s not even close to the worst thing he’s done, but holy HELL that one hits me in the gut every time.
Part of me wants to write about everything I’m thinking, although I’m sure I couldn’t express any of it coherently. The other part of me wants to shut down completely, which tends to be my MO when I’m especially overwhelmed.
And I’m tired. So tired. On top of sick kids who don’t want to sleep I’m having stress dreams every night, so I never feel rested even when I DO get sleep. And then I think about how I am SO FAR from being the most affected by this election and I feel like a big whiny baby. Ugh. UGH.
Around 1 am Brian and I were both woken up by noises. They did not sound good. I mean, probably no noise waking you at 1 am sounds GOOD, but some noises are less bad than others. This was the kind of noise that makes you think, “uh oh. Somebody just threw up.” So we were both pleasantly surprised to find that nobody was puking, it was just Will coughing a very croup-y sounding cough.
This is what parenting does to you, y’all. PLEASANTLY SURPRISED to find a kid with a nasty cough. I kept him home today, not for the cough since those can go on forever, but because he was running a fever. I’m a pretty strict follower of the 24 hour rule- no fever/vomiting for 24 hours before I’ll send a kid back to school. (I really don’t want my kid to be the one getting everyone sick. Also I hate when people send sick kids to school to get MY KIDS SICK. Anyway.) And that is how I ended up with a kid home from school today and will have one again tomorrow, because he is STILL running a fever. He doesn’t feel bad enough to sleep all day, so he just wants to talk my ear off about Pokémon.
Monday: oven fire
Tuesday: sick kid
Not real excited about Wednesday.
P.S. I’m sure I jinxed myself by saying nobody was throwing up. I’ll let you know how that goes.
These past few (many) weeks have been stressful and busy and exhausting. So it seemed fitting that my oven caught fire tonight. Well, technically a tater tot from yesterday that fell off the cookie sheet was what caught fire. But yes, in the oven while I was making dinner. And yes I took a picture, because what else would I do? I mean, everyone knows you don’t open a door to a fire.
My first thought was, “I wonder if this will ruin those pizzas” followed by, “I really hope it doesn’t. I’m not cooking something else.” (Pizzas were fine, amazingly enough.)
So yeah. Happy Monday! Oven fire!
Man, I am really just phoning it in this year. Blogging from bed at 11:45 so I don’t miss today seems kind of pathetic. But I knew if I didn’t do something my motivation to blog tomorrow would be gone entirely (even though I already missed a day so my logic there makes no sense.)
How about a picture of skeptical Daniel?
He’s had enough of my nonsense.
In 2013 we carved pumpkins. Kalena gagged every time she touched the innards, so I had to scoop her pumpkin. And Will was not quite 4, so I also had to scoop his. Then I also had to carve both pumpkins, because I’m the lady who thought carving pumpkins with a 3 year old & a 5 year old was a good idea. (Actually, I think I carved Will’s and someone else carved Kalena’s.)
Fortunately I learned my lesson and we skipped jack-o-lanterns for the next 2 years. This year I decided to try again. I told them I was not doing the work and if they didn’t want to we could skip the whole thing next year.
They were still disgusted by the insides, but did a pretty good job scooping. In the end I helped a little, but they did all the carving themselves!
So. Jack-o-lantern success! Of course, October was still crazy warm, so they lasted about 3 days before the molded but they lasted through Halloween because I procrastinated. As I tend to do. WOO!
Between Daniel learning all kinds of new escaping skills, and Lydia’s sleep going all to hell (AGAIN) I feel exhausted all the time. On top of that, life has been busier than usual, for…weeks. Too long. I need a break and I just don’t know when I can get one.
The other day I heated leftover spaghetti for Lydia and Daniel to eat for lunch. And then getting it out of the microwave I dropped both plates of it.
I sighed, and cleaned it up, because there’s no use crying over spilled spaghetti. Or something like that. Then I heated up some more noodles (without sauce because that was all on the floor) and sat the babies down to eat. Daniel took one bite and immediately threw the rest of his plate on the floor.
That’s basically my life right now. Just go straight from one mess to the next. It’s not my favorite.
(Maybe instead of NaBloPoMo I should have just titled this month: 30 days of complaining.)
Daniel woke up crying this morning, which is very unusual for him. He was comforted by some cuddling, but then at breakfast he refused to eat anything. He stared at me like this all through the meal.
Is that the saddest face you’ve ever seen? So pathetic. I knew before the end of breakfast that he would not be going to school today. Brian got him set up with a movie after it was clear he really wasn’t going to eat anything, and by the time I came down to check on him he was sleeping. Then he proceeded to sleep aaaaallll day long. (Pretty typical for him when he’s sick.)
He woke up around dinner time, and perked up (happiest I’d seen him all day!) when my friend stopped by with some fresh bread that she knows he loves. Sat up and said/signed “bread? Bread?” and gave Kalena some side-eye when she took it too the kitchen.
He did eat some dinner, but he was back in bed with no complaints by 6:30. And while I certainly don’t want to feel as bad as he clearly did, I think I could use a day like that.