Once upon a time when I started this project I had some posts pre-written so that if my life got busy (LOL) I would still have something to post in my 365 days. Spoiler alert: I blew through those pre-written posts pretty fast.
So while I wish I could write something science-y every day, it’s not happening. Perhaps that would be boring or too dense anyway? Perhaps I am only trying to make myself feel better, but hey -the blog is “Beyond the Coat” so let’s do it.
My husband had to stay late for a meeting so it was on me to get the kids from daycare, make the 35-45 minute commute home, get them fed, bathed, and in bed. No big deal right?
WRONG
I picked up the baby and immediately knew he had a fever. I quietly packed his things and went to get his sister. All was well-ish until we got home. Baby is super cranky from not feeling well and sister is super needy because baby is super needy.
I scrap my dinner plans and make some nutritious chicken nuggets shaped like Paw Patrol characters and some scrambled eggs. Kids choice dinner. Baby is still a miserable mess so I let YouTube kids babysit his sister while I try to get him bathed, medicated, and in bed. All goes well. Sigh of relief.
If you ask my daughter she will tell you that YouTube kids is a ‘treat’. What the really means is, mommy thinks it is like an addictive drug for children and resorts to it in times of desperate need like plane rides, road trips, and when mommy is in zone defense with her kids. Anyway, she’s still zombied out on YouTube kids, so I think I’ll be super wife and throw chicken in the Instant Pot for some tacos for the my husband and I when he gets home. If you’ve read my other post here, you will know that the Instant Pot can be my nemesis but we’ve come a long way recently.
My words for this week are
Organized
Efficient
Present
So I decide, I will triple my chicken taco recipe so that we can have left overs. Easy peasey lemon squeezy. Throw everything in, turn the Instant Pot on and off to bath with big sister. My husband arrives home and I desperately ask if he can finish up bedtime with her because I am HANGRY. I dive into the chicken tacos and they are SALTY. I mean, the meat is so salty it gives jerky a run for its money. I power through because I’m ravenous but I can’t figure out why they don’t taste right.
My husband argues that I messed up the ratio when I tripled the recipe. I know this didn’t happen. I am sure of it. Finally after hours, both children are sleeping in their beds and I start on the kitchen disaster. While I’m doing dishes, the kitchen sink clogs. When I turn on the garbage disposal the water rises in the other sink. When I turn it off it bubbles out in the main sink.
On and on this goes.
I cannot figure out why all of a sudden this is happening and every time the water bubbles into the opposite sink it smells like disgusting sulfur rotting eggs and food. After about 20 minutes of me messing around with this and trying to unclog the drain the whole house smells like rotting eggs.
Organized
Efficient
Present
I am none of these at this moment. After some undocumented amount of time I give up and figure the water will slowly drain overnight and I’ll figure it out later and I shut the dishwasher to leave the kitchen. The minute I shut the dishwasher all of the water drains from both sinks. I guess that shutting the door opens a drain in the dishwasher? Anyone in cyber world know? Do I need a plumber to come clean out my dishwasher? What the heck. Anyway, the water drains but I was too afraid to run the dishwasher overnight so there the dirty dishes sat.
After all of that we crawl into bed and I’m about to drift off to my glorious 1-3 hours of uninterrupted sleep and I remember I left the chicken in the Instant Pot. Wasting that salty chicken is not organized or efficient so I ask my husband to go package it up and put it in the fridge.
He comes back to the bedroom and says, “well honey, you used Lawry’s seasoning salt on the chicken instead of the Taco Seasoning.” You guys, that was 3 OUNCES of ‘seasoning’ or roughly 1/2 cup of SALT that I put on my taco meat. And this, my friends, is how not to be
Organized
or
Efficient
We did, however, laugh until we both were crying and that is what I call being PRESENT in the moments of life. I’ve been called Salty. I’ve been called Salt of the Earth, but never have I used so much salt in my life.
But seriously, what’s up with my sink internet friends?
