Rule #170: The laundry will never be done.
I’m pretty sure that when it’s my time to go, you’ll find me buried beneath about 392 pounds of laundry. “Where’s Lilly? I haven’t seen her in a few days?” Welp. Check the pile of whites in the corner. That’s where I’ll be.
It never ceases to amaze me that a family of 4 + a dog manages to accrue as much laundry in two days as a football team does in an entire season. I’ve resorted to calling the laundry room My Office. I figure if I spend the majority of my adult life in there, I might as well give it a good title.
Maybe I’ll pull a move out of one of my favorite movies Waiting to Exhale when Angela Bassett throws the contents of her husbands’ side of the closet into his car and lights it on fire. Nothing personal against ole Jon Boy. I just don’t want to burn my own stuff. Can you imagine the pure satisfaction of just lighting it all on fire instead of actually having to sort, wash, dry, and fold all that mess? I’m getting excited just thinking about it. That’s sad, isn’t it?
I probably shouldn’t burn this fella’s clothes in protest. He cleans up purty good. We got to have a date night last Friday, and our kiddos stayed overnight with their Nana and Grandpa. Holy Potatoes, y’all. I can’t begin to explain how glorious it was to go to bed and then wake up with just us two (and Penny of course). We got some great sleep, but of course missed the munchkins and their noise. It’s unnerving to have the house so quiet.
You know. You’d think that with the whole overnight babysitter gig, we’d have gone in town to a really fancy falootin’ restaurant with all the young folks. But, no. We went to a tried-and-true favorite: El Tiempo. We splurged and tried the Parrillada Plus which came with an unbelievable amount of yummy meats with a completely sinful garlic butter. That plus their margaritas means I’ll be in spin class until forever.
Reunited and it feels so good.
On Saturday, I got to get ready all by myself (with Penny’s help). You’d think with that extra time I’d wear pants that zip, fancy shoes, and possibly even foundation, but NOPE – I went for Mom Casual. I had a lot of questions on Instagram about my pants. The ones I bought are sold out, but here a few similar options: ONE | TWO | THREE.
I’ve had gift cards to The Woodhouse Spa burning a hole in my pocket for a hot minute. I decided it was finally time to put them to good use. I had the Woodhouse Hydrafacial, and it was absolutely glorious! My skin has never felt cleaner. They have this machine that basically vacuums everything out of your pores (they’ll even show you what they pull out if you ask them… and you better believe I did). It’s like the most epic Biore Pore Strip you’ve ever used.
Saturday evening we let this crazy fool drive without a license around the block in his Jeep. Of course, he had to bring his buddy to ride shot gun. Ted looks scared if you ask me. (Also: if your kid has a Power Wheels anything… there is a way to take off the regulator so it will go faster. Just be prepared to take off running down the street after your threenager when he doesn’t want to come inside for dinner…)
Speaking of dinner… you know I couldn’t get through a post about my life without talking about the food I put in mah belly. I’m working on perfecting a recipe for Chicken + Sausage Gumbo. This batch was pretty tasty, but I want to have it down exactly how I like it before I share it with y’all. Jon Boy had two servings, so I’d say he’s on board with the continued taste-testing.
Another big hit was this Bacon, Feta, Mozzarella + Kale Frittata from the Daley Plate. It’s extremely low carb, which was perfect for us. The fella loved it so much he actually ate it for breakfast + lunch a few days in a row (and asked me to make it again). I guess that means it’s a winner!
For the Super Bowl, we went for the trusty ole Buffalo Chicken Dip. I wanted to make so many things, but figured I should go with Old Faithful here. I’ve been known to sit down with an entire 13×9 pan of this stuff plus a bag of tortilla chips and call it dinner. I have no shame. And let’s be honest, the Super Bowl these days is as about as exciting as well… the Super Bowl. I’m just here for the food and commercials people.
Welp, I’ve already wasted some good folding time writing this post. Back to My Office to get some work done. Please be sure to check on me in a few days. I don’t want to get lost in that pile of whites in the corner, mm k?