I made cauliflower "wings", zuppa toscana, spaghetti squash, and stir fry pork. My husband made himself a sandwich and the kids demanded microwave pizza. Sad face.

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I made cauliflower "wings", zuppa toscana, spaghetti squash, and stir fry pork. My husband made himself a sandwich and the kids demanded microwave pizza. Sad face.
This bowl was the cause of WWIII this morning. My son asked his big sister for a cereal bowl, so she obliged. Well being my more spirited child, he requested an empty bowl. ***Please note the 4 Rice Krispies fragments that got stuck to the bowl after exiting the dishwasher. *** He deemed this as unacceptable and proceeded to scream and carry on as if he was in immense pain or great danger. My daughter refused to get him another bowl because to quote her “You are being ridiculous the bowl is empty and you are being unreasonable. ” My son then marches into my room to proclaim the injustice he has suffered on account of his selfish sister refusing to help him. So I am now eating cornflakes out of the offending bowl as both children continue to bicker and snipe at each other. The best part of all this was the fact that it was 7:42am via Instagram http://ift.tt/2safoh1
And it starts like this...
Not a bad start to a new week. Starting all of the things. Taking better care of my self which includes: (But not limited to) ~Remembering that I have got to brush my teeth! (I'm already not a morning person and my memory is a little shot) ~Washing my face at least once a day, cause that's hard enough. ~Taking a shower every other day and having at least one bath a week with a face mask and all that girlie spa crap that makes me feel amazing. These are things you have to remember or they don't happen when you're a mom like me. On top of that, they'll be 3 mile walls and at least 20-30 minutes in the gym. Actually working out and feeling the burn! ...ugh I already hurt tomorrow. Safe to say that if I can go the entire next few weeks like this, I can end the year with knowledge I gave it all I had and if I'm still going strong by then well, I'll just have to get better at it, yea? Yea. Happy can be healthy, with a lot of work and work and ooooo look food.... Till next urge! ☆T☆
Why must I be forced to adult today? I need to put away laundry because who fucking knew 3 people dirtied so much clothing that you can have 4 baskets worth to put away when you’re done washing everything. (Sheet and towels included)
I’d rather be working on my request from sing-me-hey-jude in all its fluffy smutty Deanness. (Is that a word? The squiggly red line says its not.) It’s so much more fun to write about Dean than to fold pants. I’ll be over here matching socks if anyone needs me.
I’ve been away from Tumblr too much lately, and I miss all of you.
I joined several mommy groups in the area so I could get us out of the house and make new friends.
So far, people are friendly. No one has jumped on me about not breastfeeding, or any other “things I should be doing.” But no one is as cool as Tumblr peeps. I can’t be my real self, and it kinda sucks.
Let's chat ... Kid birthdays
Hiiiiii errybody... It's me again!! So I have to tell you this weekend has been nutso crazyyy. My little girl will be six on Tuesday (I know I cry a little every time I write it). So she is super excited for her birthday but, I feel like I have to keep up with the jones here. Apparently for kids birthdays mom comes in to have lunch with their kid.. YAY I love going to lunch at school her friends are soooo cute!!! This part I don't mind but, parents are bringing in cupcakes AND goodie bags to hand out to all 26 kids in class. WTFF on top of that she's having a party in two weeks where I have to do another cakes, decorations, goodie bags. Plus I still have to get her presents?!?!? Of course I do but, my goodness when did this whole birthday thing become sooo expensive seriously! An yes I am well aware I don't HAVE TO buy, I am not gonna be that mom who's kid feels worse than the others because I didn't do it for her. I will put aside my own needs since I am brokish and make sure she feels like she can keep up. SERIOUSLY school is a mean nasty place and it can be hard as hell on self esteem (trust I know from experience) I want my daughter to enjoy her experience as much as possible! My question is why are moms setting the bar so high that the middle / lower class (myself) if we simply can not afford it ... Your child then feels less than or is poked fun at! Shouldn't the standard be the same for everyone?!?! Can't the school assess the rules for birthday stuff at school? Just a thought for tonight. I want to know what y'all think!!! Ok end rant!!!! Sleep tight Angels!!! Xoxo
The perils of being an artist with a baby.
Put baby down for a nap. Run outside to quickly clean side yard hoping baby will stay asleep long enough for me to do that and do some art. Baby wakes up as I’m making tea. -.-’
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Asked the guy if I could buy an autism awareness for a walk we are doing in may with a family friend in honor of their autistic son who passed away a few yrs ago. A little over $100 for a 6. He said no, I'm thinking I'll still buy it and sell a lenny lamb I have laying around. But point is, said we have better things to spend money on, that's debateable but whatevs. Fast forward to this evening, I went to a children's sale and spent over what the wrap would cost. Just like that. And bought it all for C, bc H has all the hand me downs and until he either passes up C or is a different body shape it will stay that way. Wish I had some sort of income so I could have more say in where money goes. I know, i know, wraps are not necessities. But idk how I would live without them