After having a girls night out that didn’t include doses of Mucinex, forcing anyone to eat or laundry, I feel refreshed and ready to tackle the mounds of untouched laundry and dog hair that peeks out from every corner. Like a reminder that my one night off was definitely grounds for punishment. However much I dread the Monday Massacre which I like to call it… actually I never call it that but I think I’ll start, I appreciate my husband holding down the fort while I got some much needed kid free, chore free fun with some friends. And a bonus full nights rest last night! Someone up there appears to have decided to show some mercy.
I half expected to wake to my inbox overflowing with a backlog of emails from agents expressing their obsession with me and my manuscript. You know, with my luck seeming to turn around and all. I imagine that one life-changing first line that doesn’t include the “I received your query but I’m not interested, but keep up the good work!” bit, but nope! None of the sort. Just 2 advertisements from Academy and 1 from Goodreads. The book I am reading about writing and being aware that getting published shouldn’t be the only thing that drives you, is so enlightening. I see this process in a new and better way, and although I’m OK if this never happens, I still deeply want it to, just to feel like I have been “working” towards something and not just exhausting myself mentally, emotionally and physically this whole time just because I enjoy writing. Which I do… but I also enjoy working out, but if I got no results from that after a while, I probably wouldn’t want to keep doing it.
I rubbed the subtle disappointment from my eyes and sighed with relief that no children were awake yet.
So I started on the chores. All the chores that were ignored all weekend because I thought I could pretend they didn’t exist so that my fun could. I am feeling more upbeat today than usual. I don’t know if it’s the promise of warmer weather, the fun night out, the full nights rest or the birthday flowers displayed around my house because people love me and shit… but I’m taking full advantage because I know that at some point soon, Cori will get sick of her cast, again… this usually happens within the first hour of waking and doesn’t get better until about 30 minutes before bedtime.
You get the picture.
I’ve decided to start another fun blog project for myself to force me to read more, which in turn churns up my creativity and motivation and will hopefully get me back to working on my second book. So starting next month, I will have once-a-month posts about a new book I’ve read and (DUH) a wine that was shared that I like, or one that I randomly came across on sale at Target that ended up being more delicious that the price tag suggests. And everyone can offer in the comments their thoughts if they’ve read it as well, or suggestions for next month! Kind of like a book club, but without the obligation of finding a sitter and putting on pants. I started on The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah. My friend gave it to me for my birthday and so far, it is so beautifully written. Like reading a painting. I can’t wait to see what comes with this one!
I feel I need to mention again how much I appreciate the support from friends, family and acquaintances. Those messages from you all whether public or private mean the world to me and come at moments that I truly need them. I never know if what I have to say is interesting or funny enough and with all the unexpected that’s happened lately, I find it increasingly difficult to keep doing it, but I’m glad that I do. I feel like this blog has been a good way for me to write even though I haven’t been able to work on my book. It makes me feel like I am still doing something, and seeing that people actually enjoy it still remains a shock to me. I love it, and I love you all and I will never feel more grateful than for all of you who have pushed me through this!
We have our check up with Cori’s orthopedist this week, so I’m sure over the next few days, my burst of energy and motivation will slowly fall apart at the seems and end in an explosion of incredible sobs by both Cori and myself… but we are about a third of the way through so I’m trying to focus on that. I’m also trying to figure out how the hell we will celebrate her 3rd birthday. She has been having so much anxiety lately and gets really stressed out with visitors so I imagine we will not be celebrating with friends and family until the cast is off.
We did get some good smiles from her, however, and she FINALLY decided to drive her Frozen Jeep so we will be riding that wave for a while.
So! While I clean the mucinex that she spit all over the floor and a piece of me dies as I hear Diem beginning to cough herself…. Here is another recipe!
Chicken and Kale Pasta
3-4 Chicken breasts, sliced
1 package of cherry tomatoes
1 small bunch or half a larger bunch of Kale, chopped
Barilla protein plus spaghetti noodles
2 tbsp extra virgin olive oil
1 tsp oregano
1/2 tsp sage
1/2 tsp thyme
2 gloves garlic, minced
1/2 tsp onion powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp pepper
1/2 tsp paprika
1/3 cup balsamic vinegar
1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
1 tsp oregano
1/2 tsp red pepper flakes
1/2 tsp garlic powder
1-2 tbsp honey
Shredded parmesan for topping
- Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Slice cherry tomatoes in half and coat in the balsamic vinegar, olive oil, oregano, red pepper flakes, garlic powder and honey. Bake for 20 minutes or until skin is shriveled to your preference.
- Heated 2 tbsp olive oil in large skillet with garlic. Before the garlic cooks too long, put in the chicken and mix together the oregano, sage, thyme, onion powder, salt, pepper and paprika. Sprinkle over chicken and cook for a few minutes.
- In separate pot, cook your noodles according to the instructions on the box. I do about 1 1/2 inch thick worth of noodles with a sprinkle of salt.
- Once the chicken is cooked through, place in the chopped kale and stir until wilted. Pour the tomatoes in and then the noodles. Sprinkle 1-2 tbsp of olive oil (maybe a squirt of lemon if you want) and sprinkle with Parmesan cheese.