If you’re new around here, confessions is a time for us to all unburden ourselves of the silliness we’re feeling at the moment. I share dumb things, then you share dumb things, and we all have a better day because of it.
Let’s get started!
My children can be perfect angels all day, but the second I have to pee, all hell breaks loose. Last week I was going to the bathroom and heard Bennett scream at the top of his lungs like he was being murdered by a pack of renegade drunk badgers.
In my rush to stop and run out to see what had happened, and I peed ALL over my pants. You can imagine how livid I was when I got out there and Bennett had merely tripped, and NOT been skinned alive by murder hornets.
A reader from Canada and I were messaging on Instagram about gardening and were talking about the temperatures in the zones we live in. I was shocked it was still so cold there and then she told me it was celsius and not “freedom temps”.
I laughed so hard and now I want to change all the “F” notations in my recipes to 350 degrees “Freedom Temps”.
I had to google the spelling of celsius for the confession above because spellcheck kept trying to default my attempt at spelling it to “delicious”. ‘Merica.
I am SO sick of how much dog poop has appeared on my walking route since people have been working from home. I’m thrilled how many people are working out in the fresh air, and I know the dogs are happy too.
But clean up after your dang pets!
I really REALLY miss going to church because of the shutdown. The kids or Troy had been sick non-stop for five Sundays BEFORE the shutdown, so it feels like I haven’t been to church since the end of January.
But…I don’t miss making communion bread (it’s this recipe) twice a month like I used to. I’m happy to do it and have been the “host” baker for eight years now, but I’m glad for the break.
After talking about our recent raccoon issues with our chicken coop, I kept referring to them as “trash pandas”. An Aussie reader sent me a message asking what in the world a trash panda was.
It made me realize how much of the stuff I talk about may just not translate out of the states. My Aussie friend Cassie, who blogs over at Cook It Real Good, and I constantly help each other with US/Aussie translations for our audiences. We have kept each other from saying some hilariously awkward things.
Ok, friends, your turn! What do you need to confess?
Sorry I’m late to the party of confessions!!
So my biggest confession this month only matters for another week and then it’ll all be over.
So I’m an 8th grade teacher and have been very thankful to have a job with this pandemic going on. The draw back (and the reason why I’m going gray at 34) is that I had a baby in late December while the school was out for winter break. So two weeks before the end of my maternity leave the school closes and I’m taken off FMLA to cover my classes online. Ok no biggie… I got this, and now my husband is also WFH with his tech job and has constant meetings that he apparently has to speak very very loudly on. Coolio.
Fast forward two months and the baby has found her voice and is now screaming during my zoom calls with my students to the point where 50 kids are chanting they want to meet the dinosaur I have hiding in my house. Did I mention my house is 2 bedroom 1 bath and is a little under a 1,000 sq ft? She’s so loud they can still hear her in her room with the door closed. Thank the good Lord above school is done this Friday and my sanity will hopefully start to come back.
Oh! And I desperately miss church too. Haven’t been since before Christmas. Online sermons haven’t been the same. 🙁
I am lucky enough to be in full time work still, working from home, not an essential worker and, despite being fully aware of how very fortunate I am, occasionally I do feel like I am the only person in the UK who will emerge from lockdown without having birthed their own sourdough starter*, completed the couch to 5 k** and learnt to weave their significant other’s leg hair into an artisanal poncho… Have to take a breathe and remind myself social media isn’t a window it’s an editing suite.
* Seriously where are they getting the flour from? At one point middle class women were almost knifing each other in the aisle at our local Tescos over the 3 remaining packets of Tesco value SR flour. On the plus side
** I could be furloughed for a year and not complete (actually even start) the couch to 5 k so it’s not exactly for lack of opportunity. I did try a couple of walking workouts I (actually my much more strong willed and athletic friend) found on YouTube. Ended up feeling completely betrayed by the crunches section…
Darn my stubby thumbs I posted too soon.
On the plus side it’s like having a whole army of research cooks…
I think the flour thing is regional or city to city. I have a British follower who said she could find tons of flour but no yeast. And it is the same here. Seems to be one or the other!
Were the walking workouts outside or inside? The crunches part has me confused.
It’s an indoor one. I figured it was sort of speed walk a mile in your kitchen tyoe thing. BUT NOOOOOO. The walking bit was the warmup/rest type thing. Underhanded I call it!
*** btw*** by ‘do gooders’ I Mean the acts of kindness that most people do without thinking about it. I am not not talking about fund raisers and such that need media to get the funds. Does that clear that up?