I love Maine. And I love winter. But there is a point in any relationship where there CAN be too much of a good thing. We’re there. Here we are, just days away from March, and there’s still snow up to our front porch! Today was yet another snow day, and we have more storms lined up over the next several days that we can only hope will miss us. Ok, winter, we’re done – you can go away and never come back!!! But since we’re stuck in this fluffy white penitentiary, we might as well make the best of it and set our sights on spring. Here area few tricks I’ve tried to get into the ‘spring spirit’ that actually work!
How many times as kids did we hear, “You wait until I tell your father!” or, “Just wait until your daddy gets home!”? If you were raised in a family with 2+ kids, had a mom who always had a baby on her hip, and enjoyed getting in your fair share of mischief, chances are you heard it quite a bit. Fast forward a couple of decades and we’re in your kitchen, with your children and a baby on your hip and you find yourself saying those exact same words. Normal? Perhaps. Expected? Sure. Healthy? Not so much.
I love my crock-pot. No, allow me to rephrase: I lovvvvveeeee my crock-pot. This is not an instance in which the understated is better stated; you must understand, I hold my crock-pot in significantly high regard. And there is a special place in my heart for quick, painless dinners that get thrown into that magical dish and come out six hours later a delectable feast! But there is so much more potential hidden under the surface of this beautiful kitchen appliance, just waiting for you to discover!
The best Valentine’s Day I ever had snuck up on me quite unexpectedly last year as, I will be honest, I wasn’t exactly anticipating a show-stopper. We were going on 5 wonderful years of marriage, had a 3-year-old with Baby 2.0 well on the way, and my idea of a night of bliss was getting to sleep before 8pm. (I know, I know… but in my defense, I WAS pregnant and I was exhausted CONSTANTLY!) It’s not that I was expecting a really bad turn out on this socially acclaimed national day of love, but I’ll be honest – I wasn’t expecting it to top the charts either. I’ve had some really good Valentine’s Days. Like, total chick-flick, bawl all over your chocolate kind of Valentine’s Days….
I love holidays! Especially ones that include roses, chocolate, and romance. Yes, that’s me, I am absolutely a Valentine’s Day sucker. But the difference this year is that I have no time. No. Time. Not that I couldn’t make time, but I found it creeping up on me so quickly and before I know it, we’re less than a week away! I’m usually pretty organized about things, but the past few months have kicked my butt and now I’m behind. Here are a few projects I managed to throw together. (Note: No, these are not Martha Stewart-esque, completely unrealistic, you-can’t-tell-me-you-actually-have-children kind of projects. These are truly easy, and fast! I should know – I could do them!)
I recently made a discovery. It was not a pleasant one. I was cleaning my microwave and stove top, minding my own business, when I was suddenly accosted by a disgusting reality. There, in my kitchen, was perhaps the dirtiest thing I have ever seen in my life! (That statement is only slightly exaggerated.) Precariously perched above where we cook our food (our FOOD!), this preposterous abomination had made its home. I’m only telling you this because I care, but I will caution you: before you look to see if this obscenity is living in your home, brace yourself.
If I could manage to push my front door open against the 2+ feet of NEW snow that fell last night, and wade outside into the white abyss at this very moment, I’m nearly positive I would hear the resounding cry of mothers all over the state shouting, ‘Again??’ Yes, here in Downeast Maine we are experiencing yet another snow storm. It shouldn’t be a surprise to those of us that have grown up here. We live in Maine; getting snowed on is what we do. We all know Spring will come someday, but for now we’ll hunker down and grin and bear the 6+ months of winter. It’s not all bad: you get to sleep in because no one can drive to work, snuggle up on the couch all day and drink coffee, and enjoy a quiet day hibernating in your cozy, snowed-in home. That is, if you don’t have kids. If you do, snow days look, well… different.