You Don’t Want to Eat Out of That Skillet

Sorry about the lack of Sunday Sweet this week, I have been ridiculously busy with work and travel, and decided to let the blog take a backseat to family time. We went to the Lego store. I had several mini panic attacks inside the store, remembering all of the times I stepped on one of the blocks with my bare feet. The pain is truly acute and terrible.

It was nice to just sit back and not worry about anything more than how in G-d’s green earth do you get makeup from the collar of a silk button down? What about fake blood? Thankfully, Pinterest to the rescue! I’m sure that if I needed to know how to clean a cast iron skillet, and the only supplies available to me was pretzel salt and elephant seal baby making juice, there’d be a tutorial. (imagine what you could find in a Sea World kitchen!!!)

I find myself having to mentally chastise myself to prioritize. I seem to have a tendency to have several balls in the air at once, none of them staying particularly high. I knew that if I threw but one of them at a time, their weight would be lighter and their flight would be higher. Instead, I end up juggling balls like a circus clown, only the balls weigh roughly the same as the aforementioned elephant seal. (He’s really quite busy.)

There were several instances yesterday where I had to stop, focus, and tell myself, “just be in the damn moment, already!! Everything else can wait. I was amazed at how much more I noticed. I was gobsmacked by how easy it is just to be silly and active, and crazy with my kids and with ze man. They’re always tons of fun, but when I’m not split seven ways from Sunday?? They’re a friggen riot.

I need to prioritize time in a more meaningful way. Yes, work is fulfilling and important, but not as much as watching my daughter scream with delight over her new fuzzy bunny boots, demanding we not ever take them from her feet. It’s not as fulfilling as making a meal for my family that I know nourishes their very being. As much as I love this blog, and you scamps, it’s not as important to me as my time with my friends moving my body. It can’t be, because I can’t write this blog if I’m too depressed or sick to string two sentences together.

There are only 24 hours in a day, 16 of which I am awake. Prioritizing needs to happen. For me, that will always mean family first. They’re just too cute, and loud to ignore.

Somewhere in those 16 hours, I’d really like to learn to crochet funny cozies for all of the gaysian’s creepy porcelain dolls turning them into decorative porcelain mummies. There has GOT to be a tutorial on Pinterest.

What can I contribute to Pinterest? I know!!

Gluten Free Sweet Potato Breakfast Bites!!

Somewhere between a muffin, a croquette, and a souffle! Light and airy and full of flavor!