Sunday, January 31, 2010

May I Just Vent For a Minute?


Highs
  • ASH is becoming more independent
  • EZ is becoming more independent
  • I have discovered new food science material that is changing everything about how I approach bread-making (and beyond, really)
  • Using these techniques, I made some rockin' blueberry scones the other day
  • The weather is getting warmer
  • We got our family pictures!
  • My taxes are filed
  • I haven't gained more than 2 pounds since October
  • We are sticking to the grocery budget, come rain or come shine (aka I am resisting the persistent urge to monthly spend $500 on exotic ingredients, etc)
  • This summer's family trip is going to be stellar and we couldn't be more excited
  • I'm planning to be at my "ideal" body weight by said family trip
  • I am participating in a new mother's learning circle group
  • The children are getting older and it is fun to see them as little individuals
  • I love my sweet and cute little ones
  • I feel more lucky, every day, that I married who I married
  • YW is finally starting to go
Lows
  • ASH thinks he is a super big dude and has completely lost his mind--nothing is safe anymore
  • EZ is the king of kissing and pinching--truly the dichotomy incarnate
  • Three little boys + excessive energy + warmer weather + boring town = driving mom bananas
  • My new found food knowledge is distracting me from my calorie counting (Does anyone out there want to be a taste-tester? I am serious here, folks.)
  • The scones alone were 407 calories each. Eeek.
  • In a fit of practicality, Aaron and I decided to dedicate most of the impending tax refund to a decidedly un-sexy endeavor
  • The family pictures, unfortunately, look exactly like us--one (slightly chunky) mom, one hot dad, one photogenic kid, one ham, and one sad toddler--ordinary individuals with a black background
  • I haven't lost more than 4 pounds since October
  • It is basically February and I can't stay under 1500 Kcal for more than 4 days in a row (sigh)
  • In the name of staying on budget for January, I am out of the following: vanilla, cornmeal, shortening, butter, eggs, milk, fresh and/or frozen vegetables, cheese, yogurt, bread, garlic, onions, TP, deodorant, razors, etc)
  • The "mother's circle" material, so far, makes me feel enormously guilty
  • I have officially become a real mother--yesterday I was told that I was "mean" by my five-year-old
  • I feel more pulls and stresses than I have in a long long time
  • It is not getting any better
  • I see Aaron less and less
  • Because of this stress, I have found myself daily combing the house for chocolate
  • It could also be hormones
  • YW is a full time (unpaid) job
  • I am tired

7 comments:

Jen said...

I would love to be an occasional taste tester. :) I have a hard time keeping up on primary w/ a husband and one boy. I don't know how you do it in YW. You're amazing!

BuNksJuNk said...

I would like to be a second witness to the amazing scones. I am still drooling over them. YUM!

I noticed that you are mentioned a lot more in the "lows" than in the "highs." Don't forget to give yourself credit for the role YOU play in all of those "highs." You are doing a great job Deborah.

Jamie W said...

I would love to hear more about the bread baking science. And hello, you know I would basically pay you to eat your food!

Bobby and Melissa said...

Hey I hear in the Young Women's is a full time unpaid job! I love it but man does it take A LOT of time! When my girls get that old they will probably get lectures on appreciating EVERYTHING their YW leaders do for them! I bet you're an awesome Pres.!! Thanks for making me laugh!

Deborah said...

...and thank you all for lending an ear. Treats will be arriving soon.

Jonny said...

Taste tester. Sign me up, America's Test Kitchen. Although, I heard once from a professional ice-cream taste tester, that he spits everything out after he tastes it. Probably not nearly so satisfying.

-nat

Deborah said...

Professional ice-cream taster? What? Clearly my college career counselor was not getting paid enough.