Cabinets left open, laundry half done, paperwork started and left unfinished… that’s me these days. Actually this has been occurring for the past eight years to be exact. Eight being the age of my oldest child, so I’m thinking this is purely a scattered mom thing.
Last night I scrolled through old posts and I wanted to pull the blanket over my head and hide! They were so scattered! My brain is a cluttered mess! I think it may have something to do with having children, but it’s also a Jill thing! I have so many ideas and thoughts occurring at once that I often forget what I started!
In fact, today, I was watching my daughters softball game, having a conversation with a friend… and she’s like, “Jill! You just shared ten thoughts in that sentence!”
I didn’t even realize it’s gotten so bad!
Thankfully, I only forgot my daughter once!
That was a definite mom fail. I was leaving the school playground lost in thought, thinking about all the stuff I had to do, almost to my car, when I realized I didn’t have her with me! This is the third child I am talking about by the way…if that makes it any more palatable… you know what they say about the third kid!
In the past month, I changed my kids YouTube Channel’s name so many times, the site stopped letting me change it! I started three new blogs and then deleted them! I start projects, ideas, and plans but get so overwhelmed with all of the thoughts that I don’t get anywhere!
I wish someone could be in charge of my brain waves and direct all the content and information on a steady path! Obviously that’s never going to happen! For now it’s just me trying to keep things focused and simple.
I owe it to my kids and husband to be present and focused. If I’m bogged down with so many ideas and thoughts I can’t be of much use!
One of my goals is less social media reading because the hours of your life you just piss away reading about other people is a real life snatcher! I know this is a bit of a hypocritical statement being that this a blog but I said less, not quitting!
I think all of us know, deep inside, what really matters… and it’s not on the phone, Ipad, or latest obsession one might be into!
More bonding, less iPad, less media, less whatever it is taking you away from your kids
“Oh geez,” I would think to myself when I saw yet another cute baby or toddler pictured with the hashtag #stopgrowing or #imissthemsolittle. I used to read these posts, shake my head, and think to myself, “Are you kidding me?” I can’t wait for her to grow up… whether it was Gia, Arianna, and now mostly Lexi.
Diapers, crying, spills, sticky fingers, and that constant trapped feeling… Ugh! Life with babies… I spent and sometimes still spend a lot of time wishing they would just grow up!
But recently my tune has changed. The saying “Be careful what you wish for,” definitely pertains to me these days. YES! THIS IS LEXI WASHING HER POTTY…With the bathroom hand towel! I promise, I washed it!
She is most certainly in her miss Independent Stage and it’s driving me crazy! She wants to do everything by herself and I mean everything!
This girl is holding me up! I like to keep things moving at a nice, steady pace…click the safety belts on the car seat myself, cook and bake uninterrupted when I am pressed for time, and hang out in the kitchen without worrying that someone is going to climb the counters trying to get her own bowl or cup.
I really shouldn’t complain but… it’s just a wee bit frustrating!
Looks like my next instagram post is going to be #staylittleandjustletmemomon!
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Snicker ( no pun intended) and snort all you want about me…I’m baking again – don’t bash me folks- didn’t you read my previous post about Letting Go- No more no’s in my life! Nothing is off limits at this point, the sky is the limit, ready to try anything…
Ok you sickos, get your minds out of the pornos – I am not doing that or that – And to hubs, don’t get any crazy ideas.
I never made snickerdoodles before but Gia loves them so I figured I would try them. There was a time when I had never even heard of a snickerdoodle before- sounded like something with chocolate and nuts, until this annoying roommate I had years ago in Hoboken made them. Boy was she irritating- she would talk nonstop during funny sitcoms and eat her cereal really loud like crunching and munching and slurping away. It was enough to make you never want to pour a bowl of frosted flakes again- oh wait -did I say frosted flakes? I don’t know what made me say that- I spent my twenties choking down Fiber One and Kashi Good Friends in attempts to get things moving down below.
Did you ever see these cereal boxes for Good Friends, pretty hysterical with those smilng faces- Why is this cereal called Good Friends? Is it because you’re going to be a good friend once you get the poop out? Or perhaps the smelly presents you leave in the toilet are your good friends? A former male boss of mine who was also gay, once came back from a trip to the little boys room ( I hate that expression but if the shoe fits…) and said that he “took a shit and it felt great and that releasing your bowels felt just as good as an orgasm.” I think I must have turned as red as a tomato and was rendered speechless…
These days I don’t bother with the fiber- these kids have me running on fumes and I really don’t have time to visit the loo so that’s that.
Back to the snickerdoodles, yikes all that potty talk, and now back to scrumptious sweets baked with delicate hands. This seems like the perfect time to show you that my muffin did indeed wash her hands today…
You can lick off these hands, they’re so clean!
When we were baking last week, Big D (remember him, my contractor) happened to sneak up on us while G was licking her fingers and going to town on the pink frosting we made…aww, snap – caught in the act!
Snickerdoodles are like the only thing that G wants in Target. Well, that and the Pizza Hut pizza they serve there- this is my mistake or wait- I think I’ll blame my Mom for this one- yup, grandma bought her this once in Target and you know what they say about addictions, it just takes one time. The thing is G doesn’t actually eat pizza, she takes all the cheese off and just eats the bread so the Pizza Hut personal pizza is a Godsend for little miss cheese-less. The small brown box contains a mushy, doughy, greasy, sink your teeth into some old school deliciousness and she’s in heaven.
Not going to be stealing the secrets of Pizza Hut and recreating pizza in my kitchen so I decided to make cookies. I always see foodie blogs where people show all the steps they took to make their delights so I figured I would be all professional and do the same.
Cream butter and sugar with an electric mixer until smooth. Add egg and vanilla, mixing well until combine, about 2 minutes. Stir in flour, baking powder, salt, and 1 1/2 teaspoons cinnamon. Mix until dough comes together. Add in milk. If dough is still crumbly, add milk 1 tablespoon at a time until it comes together. Refrigerate for 30 minutes.
In a bowl combine remaining sugar and cinnamon. Remove dough from fridge and roll into big 1 1/2 inch balls. Dip in cinnamon sugar mixture and place on baking sheet. Lightly pressdown on dough to flatten it. Bake at 375 for 10-12 minutes.
Delicious dough that almost didn’t make it.
The little one saw this, dragged her chair over, climbed up, and turned the bowl over so she could use as a drum- her music class is really inspiring her to make music in all the wrong places…
Thank goodness she washed her hands!ready to heat upThe entire house smelled of sugar and cinnamon!
Poor Daddy never gets any treats by the time he comes home. We have either eaten them, given them away, or had children gobble them up during a playdate. We made a plate just for him.
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