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I made red sauce. It's vegetarian because I forgot to get meat. It's not vegan because I used butter both to saute the onions as well as to cut the acidity of the sauce.

I put together the ricotta mixture for the lasagna. Tomorrow I'll boil the lasagna noodles and assemble it. I was going to put together the broccoli casserole as well but I got hung up doing some cleaning things and got tired.

Nesko is going to help me peel and cut potatoes then put them in water tomorrow night so I can cook and mask them Wednesday.

I also need to remember to boil eggs for deviled eggs.

I'm going ahead with making full pans of lasagna and broccoli casserole because some people who will be eating on Thursday really love both lasagna and broccoli casserole. I checked and the full pans fit in the oven.

We have had, For Reasons, a very large cardboard box with a wall mounted microwave vent hood and a very large cardboard box with a wall cabinet to go over the wall mounted microwave vent hood in the dining room for about five years now. At least. It's hard to have people come over for a visit when you have two enormous boxes just... sitting there. We're going to try to move them into the office for very temporary storage or, failing that, put them in the living room with tablecloths over them as tables. We also still have a LOT of stuff from the kitchen cabinets that are no longer usable stashed around the dining room (as well as a very large bin of stuffed animals we aren't permitted to put elsewhere, and a bit of bedding). I absolutely do not want to get into a frenzy of shoving things into any easily hideable space. No, it needs to be a well-organized frenzy.

I am not really a person who does well with a time line that allows me to leisurely approach an end goal and complete all the tasks needed before that end goal arrives. I try to be! I try to be organized and make plans and make lists and cross things off. And then I need that pressure of the time limit to motivate me. So part of me is all "do this! do that! do this! make other person do this! stop sitting! get up! do this other thing!" and part of me is all ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it'll get done.

The cleanest and most organized my house has ever been was when I had people coming over every week.

Anyway tomorrow we need to:

  • pick up the pies we ordered

  • see if we can borrow my mother in law's oval dutch oven which will easier to boil the long lasagna noodles in

  • assemble the broccoli casserole

  • assemble the stuffing (to be placed in the slow cooker to actually cook)

  • peel and cut the two kinds of potatoes

  • boil 12 eggs

  • finish cleaning and clearing



And then there's still Thursday morning
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We have a mantel.

Don’t get all excited. We have a non-functioning fireplace and the mantel is a catch-all for junk. Like a junk drawer, but all out in the open where anyone can see it. Also there’s some photo albums, a porcelain “Rose Of Tralee” statue from the Franklin Mint, only slightly chipped, and a massive pile of guitar song books. And dust.

There’s also two houseplants.

I was cleaning off the mantel today in preparation for INCOMING CHRISTMAS and I moved one of the two small watering cans into the kitchen. This, as it turned out, was a mistake.

When Niko dragged his little stepstool over to the mantel, watering can in hand, and informed me that he was going to water the plants I chuckled indulgently and assumed it was all just pretend.

HA!

HA HA!

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

No. He’d put water in the little plastic watering can. And, while trying to water plants that were above his head, he poured all the water onto the floor behind him.

The hardwood floor. Which is about 100 years old.

OH!, I said as the water pattered musically onto the floor.

Then we cleaned it up together.

This poor floor.

IN MORE DISGUSTING NEWS, my child has really bad gas and also has figured out how to blame other people for it. He’s got a whole list of individuals to blame, which includes his stuffed animals. His current favorite fallguy is a red dog known as Red Dog. “But it’s ok, Red Dog doesn’t have to poop. That was just a just because toot. He keeps them in his butt. His butt is attached to his leg. Sometimes he poops on his leg like a cow all over the floor.” He’s still obsessed with cows and their torrential craps.

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For those of you who don’t know me very well, I have some Hoarding tendencies.

I put “hoarding” with a capital H because it’s not just that I like getting stuff and keeping it near me. I feel safer and more complete when I’m surrounded by crap. This is an issue, I know. It’s especially an issue because we don’t have a huge amount of space, and all this crap collects dust and takes up real estate both physical and mental. Over the past few years, I’ve been paring down on a lot of our crap, which is often a challenge, because Nesko and I are both collectors and are both also completionists.

We also have smart phones that we can read electronic versions of books on, and a hard drive that can hold a lot of electronic books.

So I’ve been purging lately. I currently have 5 cloth grocery sacks full of books that I’m taking to the community center to donate for their next book drive. I sorted through my unmentionables and tossed out a bag full of underpants and pyjamas and socks that are unpleasant. I’m going to rifle through our closet again and toss things. I’m ordering CD/DVD wallets into which all of our CDs, DVDs, and game discs and booklets will be inserted, and all our jewel cases are going OUT THE DOOR.

And then there’s the garbage. Do I really need a giant teetering stack of small cardboard boxes? No. A garbage fall full of plastic grocery sacks? No. Stacks of grocery receipts from ten years ago? No. Homework from when I was in high school? No. So that’s going out the door, too. I managed to harvest a big bag of paper recycling just from my desk top. There are only so many used envelopes I need for note taking, you know?

It’s hard, physically and emotionally, but it’s also liberating.

 

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Happy Birthday to me!

To celebrate, yesterday, I made brownies, and Nesko got me a knife sharpener that was on clearance at Target, because he was tired of hearing me rail at the heavens about how our (sort of) expensive knives are crappy and dull and don’t so much slice things as mangle them terribly.

Today is going to be an especially great day because yesterday? I did every single chore on my chore list, including making dinner and cleaning up after. And I did it while my gall bladder was busy punching me in retribution for drinking a Shamrock Shake. I need to seriously reconsider ever eating food ever again.

If you are interested, this is what is on my list for daily chores:

      Make the bed
      Refill Humidifier (ok, this isn’t a chore, but it’s on the list so I don’t forget)
      Wipe down high chair
      Clean off dining room table (this helps keep mail and junk from accumulating)
      Sweep dining room floor
      Pick up toys in living room
      Clear all dishes, clothing, etc from living room
      Pick up toys/tidy Niko’s room (he is really too young to help, because “picking up” is too close to “fill and spill”)
      Remove all dishes from office
      Remove all clothes & towels from office (sometimes one of us will take a shower, then chill in front of the computer while her hair dries a bit)
      Wash all dishes (yes! all of them!)
      Clean kitchen sink
      Clean stove top
      Clean kitchen counters
      Sweep kitchen floor

It seems like a lot when it’s all typed out, but most of it’s pretty basic easy stuff. And a lot of what I do every day automatically isn’t on the list, like making sure there’s no clothing in the bathroom or on the bedroom floor, or making sure all shoes are on the shoe rack. I also don’t have a designated laundry day because we have a washer and dryer so it’s pretty convenient to do it whenever.

On top of the daily stuff, I also have stuff that gets done once a week.
Monday is cleaning the bathroom and also mopping the kitchen floor, for instance. Tuesday is dusting and sweeping Niko’s room; Wednesday I dust and sweep in the bedroom and change the bed linens; Thursday is dusting and vacuuming in the living room and looking over the sales circulars to make a grocery list and meal plan for the next week; Friday is dusting and cleaning mopping the Dining Room, and grocery shopping. This leaves Saturday and Sunday pretty open for relaxing, doing home improvement, or doing big jobs like cleaning windows.

In an ideal world, Nesko does all the dusting and sweeping and vacuuming. I’m allergic to dust and have (poorly controlled) asthma, so sweeping and dusting are very unhealthy for me. As unhealthy as letting all that dust lie around? The jury’s out on that one. I’m not as poorly off as one friend of mine who physically leaves the house when her husband cleans to avoid having an asthma attack, but yeah. In reality, I wind up doing the dusting and sweeping and vacuuming and try really hard to remember to use my inhaler and keep taking my allergy medication to try and keep allergy symptoms to a minimum.

I keep my list of chores on the fridge, and I cross stuff off when I finish it. This helps me feel a sense of accomplishment, and also helps me be mindful of stuff I don’t do one day so I can be sure of doing it the next. With the exception of dishes, I don’t really stress over not doing every single thing every single day. The world won’t come to a crashing halt if the dining room table has some mail and dirty cups sitting on it over night. Leaving dishes in the sink, though, really makes mornings more difficult.

One thing I want to improve on is meal planning. I do a lot of from-scratch cooking, and have a lot of cook books and recipe magazines. But despite my abundance of potential meal ideas I tend to make the same stuff over and over (chicken soup, beef stew, chili, oven fries, roasted cauliflower, lasagna, pasta bake in general, 40 cloves of garlic and a chicken, mashed potatoes, split pea soup, black beans and sausage, macaroni and cheese made with a roux, buffalo pulled chicken) or wuss out and toss some tater tots and dinosaur shaped chicken in the oven while saying TWO TEARS IN A BUCKET. When Nesko was working from 2pm till 10pm every day that was a lot easier to manage. We had a hot lunch together every single day, plotted out ahead of time, and he had leftovers for dinner at work. It was time saving and super economical! Now his schedule is scattered and he works at different times over the week, and we aren’t home together as often for meals. So it’s like “ehhhhh…. it’s me and the kid, chicken nuggets it is.”

I’m thinking of putting together a binder with a meal plan for the week with space for notes and a shopping list with all the recipes for that week behind the list, and go-to recipes (annotated!) behind THAT and organized by category. I need to find an appropriate binder, though.

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