Who the hell dry cleans baby clothes? And who in their right mind would make baby clothes that require dry cleaning?
I don’t do laundry everyday, but I do have at least one load of laundry to do a day. Ya got that? Let me know if you don’t understand that nuttiness.
My kids’ clothes go in HOT (no matter what the color) because they’re germ monsters.
The clothes the hubs and I wear get sorted into darks and lights for cold and warm or hot loads (yup, special treatment because we don’t grow a few inches every few months, nor have we bought new clothes in years).
Unfortunately for my husband, I don’t take special care to check labels (if it’s in the pile, it’s going into the washer and probably straight to the dryer, unless he’s asked me to specifically hang something up because he doesn’t want it to shrink). Yes, that means many an item has been destroyed because it was left in the pile when it should have been pulled out for our semiannual trip to the cleaners.
Well, I started 2013 off to a good start. No, that’s not a typo — two thousand THIRTEEN. I created an About page, posted a recipe and even posted a follow up to the recipe. That’s three — count ’em: one, two, THREE posts I made at the beginning of the year. Unfortunately, that was a year ago (I could get all technical and say it was 11 months, 23 days, X minutes and X seconds, but I’m a giver, so I’ll say a year).
Now, I must say that in the span of the last year I got pregnant with my fourth child (which started as twins and had us FREAKING OUT for about two weeks), experienced polyhydramnios (that’s extra fluid in the placenta for those of you who want to know) while chasing after my
insane energetic son, working full time, carting around my then-kindergarten and pre-k daughters, and fighting the school district to allow my second-oldest to enter into Kindergarten instead of Transitional Kindergarten for the 2013-2014 school year (that ordeal is for another post … hope I can get that done before 2015).
Hello, large pregnant lady! I still had two months to go until my scheduled C.
I vowed to myself that I’d get something posted during my maternity leave, but then the week after I came home from the hospital we had our kitchen cabinets and island FINALLY being installed. Yes, FINALLY deserves all caps because I didn’t have a kitchen for the past 6.5 years. No, I didn’t have old cabinets that were replaced. I didn’t have ANYTHING. For Christ’s sake, I didn’t have a kitchen sink or an oven/stovetop for the first year we lived here (let alone hot water for the first three months … but I digress and now I’m just sounding like a whiney little bitch). So that was sorta a distraction, given the newborn that needed my attention and all (good thing I don’t breastfeed — GASP! — or I’d have been cooped up in my bedroom for a week, which I guess could have been sorta nice if the pocket door facing the family room where our cabinet installer was entering and exiting actually closed shut for some privacy).
So after I finally made my first post about making Chocolate Chip Pumpkin Cookies, my husband came home and read me the riot act because:
A) Why would I make my first post about a so-so recipe?
B) Why would I mess up a perfectly delicious pumpkin cookie (his No. 1 on the dessert list, by the way) by putting chocolate chips in it?
Well, thanks a lot, dear! I thought you’d be happy that I finally got off my lazy you know what and posted something (he actually was really happy I posted something) … I understand what he was trying to say, but I explained to him that not all recipes come out perfectly and that’s part of what I want this blog to be all about. This is a real-life kitchen where the dishes don’t always come out tasty and the photos are snapped quickly with my iPhone — not a pseudo-professional-high-resolution-with-super-duper-crazy-lens camera and a food prep assistant on the side.
For me, presentation isn’t everything — the journey on the way to the yummy outcome is. So if you want to hear about what worked/didn’t work/what I substituted because I didn’t have it in the kitchen and already had a glass or two of wine and couldn’t run to the store so I made do, then you’ve found the right place. If, on the other hand, you’re looking for perfection, well, move right along, because that is definitely not what you’re going to find here! 🙂
I’m just lucky my husband loves me because of my imperfections. Stay tuned for some pictures and recipes from the this past weekend, when we ventured into grilling stuffed flank steak for the first time.