Dare to Discipline: Menu Planning

Recently I decided that I needed a little more order, a little more structure, and a little more organization in my life. These things do NOT come naturally to me, and in general we do just fine without them; however, with another little baby on the way, joining a very active and energetic big sister, I felt that we would all do better starting out ahead of the chaos. This will require a LOT of discipline on my part - I am really really no good at organization. I am terrible at planning. I shrink away from schedules with a plague-like aversion. ( Which remains the #1 mental roadblock to the idea of homeschooling, but at least I have a few years before I have to stress about that.)

Well, we've undertaken several projects lately that are gradually leading to a simpler, more organized lifestyle for all of us. With all the extra time and energy I have lately (note extreme sarcasm) I'm taking baby steps in planning and minimizing. I realize that this is not at all earth-shattering for most normal people, but... I am not normal. This is a huge pill for me to swallow. But once again I rely on determination, if not downright obstinance, to accomplish tiny glimmers of order in our life.

Step 1: Menu Planning. I wrote out a dinner menu last week and only revised 1 day! It's not actually the revisions that matter to me, it's mainly seeing that by planning something out we are covered for the week without me having to think last minute! I am very flexible, so any night that something better comes up I am happy to drop the plan. However, it gives me an outline, and even helps me prepare while Bella is napping. (When I don't decide to blog, instead.)

This Week

Monday: Vodka Pasta - an absolute favorite! In fact, it's SO EASY and SO DARN GOOD that I'd be happy to post the recipe for anyone interested. With only 20 minutes to prep and cook, it's also a great last-minute fix. Yum Yum Yum. Besides, I am up to my ears in fresh tomatoes from my garden-jungle, so I'm working in several recipes that will benefit from fresh ingredients.
Tuesday: Blackened-Chicken Jambalaya - just have to remember to defrost the chicken in some marinade in the morning, then hit the grill when Patrick gets home if it's good weather again.
Wednesday: Pasta with Fresh Pesto - another amazingly good and easy dish! My basil plants are invading the peppers anyways, so time to harvest a decent amount and make some fresh pesto, which both Patrick and Isabella love. (me too!) Again, this is such a simple dish, taking just a few minutes of prep and a good relationship with your blender or small food processor.
Thursday: Stir-Fry - we buy large bags of cut and prepared veggies from Costco, not expensive and a worthwhile time-saving measure! I found some random stir-fry sauce recipe online (I think it was one of the first Google results) and have simply adjusted it to meet our tastes. It's so easy to throw chicken or frozen shrimp or even beans into this for added protein.
Friday: Pizza Night - an *almost* weekly tradition. We've had bought pizza a few times in the past few weeks, so I might have to revise this one for one more week; I'm not sure yet. This is such a fun event that I've blogged about it before, and I'll end up writing about it again I'm sure.

Breakfasts and lunches are pretty run-of-the-mill around here, so I don't bother to plan them out. Rather if there are specific options that should/need to be eaten then I write them on the smear board to alert foragers.

So, wish me luck, I'll need it! We often eat at my parents' once a week, so that night will be cancelled or moved, and of course some days the best-laid plans aren't worth a mite. It really comes down to having a general outline that allows me a default of brain power if and when I need it. Anyone else have great menu-planning tactics? How do you lay out your food for the week?

*edited already: Monday night found me not feeling so great (read: not cooking) so we ordered Papa John's thanks to the Redskins! Also, I realized after publishing that Friday is Patrick's birthday, so I will be rearranging the menu to ensure that Friday's dinner is something special for him. Don't ask me what.

Quirky Me

A while ago people were blogging about silly, harmless, little-known facts about themselves. I learned so many amusing things about my friends that I decided to finally do it myself. Keep in mind that this is not a confessional - these are just silly little quirks to make you feel a little more normal.

1) I have an art notebook that no one has ever seen except for one of my college roommates. I love to doodle and sketch, and have a book with many in them. I used both pencils and pastels (terrible for a notebook but I didn't care) and my subjects were anything from tattoo designs to spiritual images to fruit on my desk. I found art relaxing and stress-relieving, something vital to a nursing student! I also used to color in a coloring book when I talked to my boyfriend (now husband) while he lived in Italy.

2) I have a persistent desire to be multi-lingual. I have studied 3 foreign languages and speak none fluently, but I love them nonetheless. One year for my birthday Patrick got me a Rosetta Stone course and I really enjoyed, with great hopes to return to it. When I was a little girl I pretended to speak French. I still practice my French and Italian in private, and I have added the desire for a basic knowledge of sign language.

3) I am very opinionated and blunt, but in my quest to be more tactful and respectful toward others I often find myself resorting to silence. I pray constantly for a balance - the ability to express myself clearly and with conviction, while avoiding offending the person to whom I am speaking. I think that's really it - I am so "afraid" of offending with my words that I sometimes just avoid them entirely. I always seem to think of the right way to have verbalized after the fact.

4) My feet are painfully ticklish. No, seriously, I can't get a foot massage or a pedicure, and I have to wear socks to bed so the sheets don't tickle my feet. I do not find it funny at all when people touch my feet; it's one of the things that consistently ticks me off.

5) I love being outdoors in almost any type of weather, except cold rain/freezing rain. I love walking in warm summer rain, the hush of fresh-fallen snow, the crunch of autumn leaves. I am amazed by the beauty of the sky almost every day. I am such a nature lover, and would rather see the stars every clear night and have to drive farther for conveniences than to live in the city/suburbs.

6) My only real, true fear in life is snakes. (I wish I could say sin, but I am not virtuous enough to get the chills at the mere thought.) I really do get chills at the mere thought of snakes, and sometimes even have nightmares. Nothing else actually scares me like that, even things that are much more prolific/realistic/dangerous.

7) My MIL called me schizophrenic because the shapes have to be put away properly on the kid's shape sorter, but I have clutter on my end-tables. I get stressed out if my kitchen is dirty, but there is no rhyme or reason to my closet/shelves/drawers. I live a constant internal contradiction between wanting to be organized and pulled together, and just enjoying the chaos.



I know your lives are just that much more fulfilled now, right? At least I hope they made you smile and realize just what a NUT with whom you've chosen to associate yourself.

Unsafe Animal Sounds

Isabella loves making animal noises almost as much as we love hearing them! "Is Bella a lion?" results in the darn cutest little growl you've ever heard. She is also a snake, sheep, peacock, elephant, dog, duck, monkey, and owl. I can thank Eric Carle's book "Polar Bear, Polar Bear, What Do You Hear?" for the odd selection of some of the animals. She LOVES that book! We did, however, have a "must not laugh" moment at Mass the other day when she pulled the book out of her diaper bag and let loose with an enormously loud growl!

So this morning Patrick comes upstairs with her - "Tell Mama what a cow says, Bella."

"ooooooooo" - deep, but no "M"

He confesses to me that they've been playing animals, and he was trying to get her to say "Moo" using other "M" words, but what came out was...

M-m-m-m-moooooo... Mama-Moooo

He decided that was not the best tactic.

Wise Man, that husband of mine.

Finding Love in the Laundry Room

Tuesday morning I got a phone call at 7am. For those that know me, you know that there had better be a pretty darn good reason why you would want to tempt fate and experience the total lack of coherence and charity that happens from my pillow before my daughter wakes up and I have had caffeine.

This was a good reason.

We got our NEW CLOTHES DRYER!!!

What? That isn't the kind of exciting news you were looking for? (Well, me neither at first - I had hoped it was Alexis. Plus it was an HOUR before the earliest scheduled time.) But nevertheless, I have been lusting after a new dryer for quite some time now, and thanks to Patrick's parents' generosity, WE HAVE ONE! The highlights include, but not necessarily limited to: Dust-Free. My laundry room is located in the lower basement, a.k.a. "The Dungeon" where, from the day we moved in, everything came equipped with a permanent stain impervious to scrubbing. I am currently deluding myself into believing that I will maintain one white appliance under those circumstances. Very Large - 7 cubic feet! With a light! And a big door! I am easily impressed.

ONE DRYING CYCLE!!!! This is, by FAR, the most exciting thing in the domain of being a housewife. What should be a simple load of laundry had become the household challenge - start wash, wait. start dryer, wait and wait and wait. RESTART dryer since the clothes were still damp, wait. Start another load of laundry while waiting for the dryer. Forget drying clothes, return to discover wrinkles in everything. Throw in damp towel, restart dryer, stand there waiting impatiently for those wrinkles to disappear. Hang up shirts, transfer loads, start another wash. Head upstairs, where both are promptly forgotten until the next morning, at which point both the washer and the dryer must be restarted. Repeat previous day's experience.

No longer! Today I started a load of laundry, and when it was finished I transferred into my beautiful BIG dryer, and a VERY short time later it signaled the finish. And the clothes were dry! AMAZING!

Which reminds me of another feature - the 'all-finished' buzzer that not only is loud enough to be heard from upstairs, but also continues buzzing every 5 minutes for 90 minutes. At least that's what the manual said; I have not wanted to tempt it any further than a few buzzes, as perhaps it resorts to more drastic measures after that. Perhaps it calls for back-up. HHmmm, perhaps it would start folding the clothes while it waits... Perhaps I should get up and fetch the dry clothes and put them away, since now I am out of excuses for the laundry basket storage system.

Yes, today I am bursting with a grateful heart for many reasons, not the least of which is my New Clothes Dryer!

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Twenty-Seven years ago today my parents welcomed me into the world, and God gave me my first breath of air.

Thank You, Mom and Pops for the gift of Life, for loving me, and for giving me such a wonderful childhood.

Lord, please give me the grace to continue to grow closer to You, to use the gifts you have given me in humility and wisdom, and bless my parents for their sacrifices in being parents.