Flying Solo

So have you missed your daily dose of 80 Twenty?  I am guessing yes.

Sorry for the absence, I was mentally preparing and executing a solo flight with both kids to Atlanta.  Here's a recap:

On the way there, the kids were champs.  I was prepared with a capital P.  I had movies, Wiki Sticks (such a great invention), sticker books, new Polly Pocket toys and the kids were ooh so excited.  I sat next to the nicest people who helped me out when my stroller wouldn't open.  They made googly eyes at my kids and they played peek-a-boo through the seats.  I landed and thought...WOW, that was a piece of cake.  No need for a week of mental yoga to prepare.

Then after a full weekend of fun, laughter and might I mention NO NAPS, we headed back into the sky for round 2.  Let's just say it was all strawberry shortcakes and roses.

We were first handed three boarding passes with three different seats all over the plane.  Next I dealt with three different flight attendants trying to tell me that I couldn't sit with my kids.  After that I sat next a woman (not next to my kids) who was reading Danielle Steele and had a Harlequin Romance bookmark and told me to put on my seat belt.  Finally, I had to deal with my tired kids pushing the tray table up and down.  Not one sympathetic parent on the entire flight.

I have been on the phone and on the email with American Airlines to complain but to little avail.  Overall, we had an amazing trip and that which doesn't kill us makes us stronger right?  Plus, to the rude and unhelpful flight attendants, KARMA'S gonna get you!

The Morning Rush Hour

So I know everyone has the same pain of the morning rush hour...by this I don't mean sitting in traffic but getting the kids to school and to work on time.  It begins with my internal debate, do I let my daughter sleep 15 minutes longer in the hopes that she won't be a morning crab or do I wake her to ensure that she has enough time to "wake up"

Then there is the debate about what to wear.  I thought that choosing clothes with her the night before would make things easier, but alas not the case.  She seems to forget in the morning that she picked out the outfit in the chair.  NO JOKE...this morning she told me she wanted to wear a dress, I get one from the closet and she said..."No mom that's a tunic and I would really like a dress!" 

I have the morning routine timed down to the minute...if we defer from the schedule by one moment, I am late for work.  Even on days when I think I am ahead of the game, some enviornmental factor comes into play...traffic, delayed trains or heaven forbid a meltdown in the car about wearing too much Chapstick.

So today I offer no advice, no words of wisdom, no top lists for getting out the door on time.  It is more of a rant/vent and mutual understanding of working mothers.  It is also a constant daily survival.  One day I will feel totally triumphant if I can get to work in enough time to get a cup coffee at the Starbucks.  Until that day arrives...here's to hoping.

Hurry UP!

My parents are always on time.  In fact, they are usually early getting to my house and I see them waiting in the car, because I once told them that arriving more than thirty minutes early was a bit rude. Although I joke about it, I value people being on time. 

However, I must admit, I have sort of become one of those people I used to judge.  One of those people that is chronically late.  I am not talking about 2 hours, but fifteen minutes here, thirty minutes there.  I blame it on a variety of factors...two kids, traffic and then of course there is the "Winter Effect" (the boots, the hats, the mittens, the coats, etc)  Then I find myself daydreaming about what it must be like to live in San Diego and why I don't move there, which makes me even later.

Even though we are often running behind, I think it is ok sometimes.  I once watched my daughter walking down the sidewalk, without a care in the world, slow as a baby turtle and stopping to pick dandelions.  I found myself speed walking and urging her to Hurry Up, so we could get to our next destination.  I wish sometimes, I could recapture some of that innocence and not always be in such a hurry. 

In the mornings, we are in a rush to get up, eat breakfast and get to school.  We rush to pick up from school so I can get home to make dinner and then we rush through dinner to take a bath and read stories.  I need to try to enjoy the moment and not worry if we are 10 minutes behind schedule...I know easier said than done.

I think I might try this excuse next time I am late for something..."sorry I just admiring the dandelions"  I will let you know how it goes.

Epitome of my 20 percent

How's this one for you?  Cold, snowy day and I am impressed with myself for getting over to the gym...only to find that I packed up everything except my gym shoes.

As previously noted, 80 percent of the time I have it together and 20 percent of the time...refer to story above and fill in your own adjective. 

I think that pretty much sums up my day.

From Green Bean Casserole to Gluten Free Toffee Puffs

So I have to admit, my husband's family is not the most epicurean family on the block.  They like their staples, especially at Christmas...green bean casserole, cranberries from a can and pie from Baker's Square. 

Since going Gluten Free, I usually abstain from dessert or I bring my own chocolate bar and hide in my bedroom eating it.  This year, a shout out to my MIL for making some amazing and yummy GF cookies. 

They were so good that I asked for the recipe and made them again for new year's.  Everyone at the party thought they were great.  So hats off to Nani.  Who knew gluten free and non-GF cookie lovers could be reunited in cookie harmony once again.

So here it is, re-named:

Nani's Chocolate Toffee Puffs

4 Large egg whites
1/3 c. sugar
1 c. powdered sugar
1/2 c. unsweetened cocoa
2 (1.4 ounces) chocolate covered toffee bars (or heath bar bits)

Preheat oven to 350

Beat egg whites in a large bowl with mixer until soft peaks form.  Gradually add sugar, beating until still peaks form.  **

Combine powdered sugar, cocoa, and candy bar bits in a small bowl, mix well.  Fold in half of cocoa mixture into egg whites (egg whites will deflate quickly).  Fold in remaining cocoa mixture until smooth.  Drop the egg mixture by rounded tablespoons onto baking sheet coated with cooking spray.

Bake at 350 for 12-15 minutes.

Yield-2 dozen


**Great recipe to make with kids as they enjoy to watch the eggs go from goopy whites to stiff peaks.

She's Crafty

So one of the things I love most about my life is my book club.  I have been in the same group for nearly 10 years.  I try super hard to not only attend the meeting but also read the book.  Right now we are reading Blame (so far so good).  The women in the High Flyers are smart, funny, amazing chefs and well...crafty.

We had our annual holiday celebration this past week and one of the women brought a craft for us to do.  I thought it was a great project and a cool way to recycle your old holiday cards.  So turn on some old school Beastie Boys (I like Paul's Boutique) and get Crafty.

Sorry this is really small, so I also included a link here to the Chicago Children's Museum site, where you can get the directions in larger type font.

Here's a picture of our boxes that we made last night.  It works best to chose a card with a cool design on the front.

I gotta frittata

Meal planning is one of my trade secrets.  It makes me feel more in control of dinner and definitely gives me direction at the grocery.  I was feeling pretty good yesterday when I decided to make a frittata for dinner.  I figured that I would use the leftover goat cheese, throw in an onion and add some broccoli and herbs.  In fact, I was feeling, impressed that I could just whip up a frittata for dinner.  So 80% of me was totally in control and was confident that I would have a healthy dinner on the table by 6pm.

Here comes the other 20% of me that is not totally together...MENTAL NOTE TO SELF-be sure to check how many eggs you have before you decide to make a frittata for dinner. 

Dinner tonight-pizza, let's just pray we have cheese in the house.