My husband was very unhappy with my last blog post. “So don’t read them” I said to him. “I can’t help it,” he replied, “I subscribe.” He is uncertain why I would want to post such mean things about our family on the internet for all to see. I explained that “all” is a very relative term, and that I was only venting, I don’t really hate my husband OR my children, and that writing keeps me from shooting people or doing drugs. He was not sympathetic. He told me to stop.
So I did. Then today I wondered if I could actually control my subscribers. What a great notion! (True, if he had me on an RSS feed I was screwed I think) but guess what? I CAN control my subscribers, all 3 of them…well now there are 2. See how easy that was? Now he won’t be bothered, and I don’t have to think up another catch phrase for my blog! I feel so savvy.
Since my last post I HAVE indeed become somewhat of a crock-pot mom. Meaning that I haul the thing out once or twice a week now; but at least I’m making the effort to put a meal on the table..and someone it seems so politically correct in these tough times to be making a crock-pot stew (or in tonight’s case, a pot-roast) what’s more all American than pot roast?
I hope everyone’s kids are settling into the school routine. I am proud to say that mine are managing to drag their little behinds out of bed pretty well lately and my yelling has been minimized. I think that’s also because it’s before 7am and my lungs aren’t at full capacity then. It is dark in Florida before 7…it seems a little sacrilegious to be yelling before dawn unless you’re a drill sergeant, and I am definitely NOT in good enough shape to call my self by that name.
That’s really all for now. I’ll try to think of some great topics now that big-brother isn’t watching me. Happy New Year for those of you in the tribe…I made my first batch of Matzoh Ball Soup (only because the school where I’m working had the day off and I felt I should at least COOK something Jewish) and it was YUMMY. I love soup. Isn’t fall a great time for soup? Oh, and it works in the crock pot! Will coincidences never cease?
Cheers
Thank you for continuing to let us see your life. We all have same or similar issues, you just make them fun to read about. Poo poo on Jon!
Crockpots are the working mother’s salvation! Though the part where you have to shop and load it always did me in. But there is nothing like coming home and smelling dinner.
You can’t use a crockpot when you stay at home. It is only for those that leave their houses in the morning and return at night. Because otherwise the smells are intoxicating and cause you to eat everything in sight … has your hubby been eating more now, have you noticed? Getting a little chubby perhaps?!!!!