Scattered Sundays and Meal Plan for December 5th-11th
I try really really hard to not judge other people’s parenting. Lord knows mine is far from perfect. It is so far from perfect that I can’t even see a sign that says “Perfect 347 miles”. That being said, I judged a mom so freaking hard yesterday. We were at the library, and her kids wanted to check out multiple books, and she restricted them to one. “Only one book you two, no more”, I heard as I sucked in gallons of stunned air.
Look, I understand not wanting clutter. I understand kids bring things home and then do nothing with them and it drives us crazy as parents. I totally get tripping over items and hating stuff. But, for the love of God, don’t restrict books in your kids lives! Do not do it. Let them bring home as many books as they want. Even if they don’t read a single one of those books, they’re around and one day they just may want to devour every volume of The Magic Tree House they brought home.
I hate working out. The idea of going to a gym or walking on a treadmill makes me so twitchy. True, I used to ride our exercise bike five days a week, but I never enjoyed it. My friend Kristina pretty much summed it up by saying “you’d rather do hours of yard work than ever do yoga”. Truth. But I should probably check out yoga one of these days. Being able to touch my toes seems like a goal I should achieve before my 40th birthday. About a month ago, I started walking with Bennett almost daily. It was more of a desire to get him some fresh air, but it has turned in to something so much bigger. It’s “me” time. I mean, yeah, he’s with me so I’m not alone, but I get to listen to podcasts and clear my mind. We don’t have sidewalks in my little town, but it is safe to walk in the middle of the street most of the time.
Bennett and I have our little route, and I find that I crave getting out for our walks. Between his nap schedule, helping out my parents, and other work, there is a magical hour that we can get out and do our thing. The days it doesn’t happen, I feel I get itchy and need to move. I assume that is what it is like for people who enjoy exercise. I wouldn’t know.
The boys and I went to a local apple farm last weekend, and the owner made me a deal on some apples. They were starting to get a bit soft, and he wanted to unload them. I picked up all 50 pounds for $.35 a pound. The farm isn’t certified organic, but only uses organic practices, and 50 pounds of apples for $17.50 is a hell of a deal. Troy and I had an epic date night on Thursday saucing those apples. That sounds much dirtier than it was.
And then since all the canning crap was already out, I made strawberry jam the next night. Like a stupid idiot. We still have gallons and gallons of strawberries and blackberries that we picked this summer and froze. We ended up with 24 jam jars, and a tiny bit more room in the freezer. And some Christmas presents!
If you are still looking for the prefect holiday present for loved ones in your life, check out my Christmas gift post.
Monday:: Chef salads with ham, turkey, hardboiled eggs, pickles asparagus (randomly, one of Bennett’s favorite snacks) and biscuits.
Tuesday:: This recipe for General Tso’s chicken. Willing to give it a try! Paired with rice and broccoli, just like is suggested in the recipe.
Wednesday:: Soup, grilled cheese, and roasted broccoli. Some kind of veggie soup with tomatoes and leftover grilled chicken. I recently had a Moroccan chicken soup at lunch, and it had couscous in it. I am fresh out of couscous, but I have barley…so we’re calling it a chicken, vegetable, barley soup. Sounds right.
Thursday:: Organic hot dogs I found on sale (sounds tasty, right? 🙂 ), salad, and roasted beets with crumbled goat cheese and hazelnuts.
Friday:: Popcorn/movie night
Saturday:: Out or take out. Incorporating a cheat day in to every other meal plan just feels right.
Sunday:: Family dinner. Hopefully. I have a pie in the freezer from Thanksgiving that needs to be gone.
What are you having this week?