Years ago as a newly married gal I attempted to jump on-board the menu planning bandwagon. I was so smitten with my husband and I wanted to do everything. Just. So. And menu planning... that's what all successful homemakers do, right?
My problem? My husband was away at law school most evenings and frequented the corner deli far more than he stepped foot in our gleaming unused kitchen.
In truth, he must have come home at some point, though, because after just 3 months of being married I found myself battling the raging roller coaster of morning sickness and thinking maybe he should have stayed at the deli. Just kidding.
But who wants to think about food at a time like that? So much for being the "successful" homemaker. ::shudder::
Of the past six weeks my family has spent three, nearly four, of them on the road. I'm not a homebody per se, but I'll be honest: I'm done traveling for a while.
Growing up as an only child I had the chance to travel extensively with my parents. My dad, a firefighter by primary occupation, was also a contract instructor, teaching shipping companies, the railroad industry and other venues in how to safely handle hazardous materials.
I have fond memories of all the 46 states I've had the privilege of seeing (some several times) and a few other countries, too. But I also remember vividly the handful of times I was sick while on the road. Who could forget Scarlet Fever in Portland, a double ear infection in Jacksonville, Mono in Saint Louis or the Chicken Pox in Toledo?
Gosh, these experiences sound like disturbing handles for Match.com... Hi, Sleepless in Seattle, I'm Scarlet Fever in Portland.
Wondering if Rachel and I have flown the coup? Truth is, we have in a way, but not for long! Of the last six weeks, I've spent three and a half of them with my husband and littles traveling from California to Virginia. Yes, my husband and I did drag four children ages five and under all the way to California... and live to tell about it. And then two weeks later headed off to the opposite coast for another lengthy stay. What were we thinking?!
And now that we're back on home turf (::sigh of relief::), the laundry... yard work... school work... grocery shopping... garden chores (the aphids found my tomatoes while I was gone and the leaf hoppers have been feasting on my beans!) and house cleaning just have this way of demanding my attention. Pathetic, aren't I? Suck it up and put your big girl panties on, my friend! Welcome to the real world! I hear you.