So my daughter and I had a lazy day today. So lazy that I looked at the clock in enough time to realize that I only had two hours before I had to leave for work to cook, clean, and shower.
I still decided to put some effort into dinner with what little we had in our cupboards and got creative. The results were fantastic.
Chicken & Broccoli with a Garlic Basil Cream Sauce
You will need:
Oil, for cooking
Chicken breasts, thawed (one per person)
Seasonings to taste (I used salt, pepper, and garlic salt)
1 cup broccoli, cut into bite sized pieces (mine were frozen)
1/2 cup onion, chopped
Box rice of your choice, I used Chicken and Garlic Rice-a-Roni
Garlic Basil Cream Sauce:
2 tbsp butter
1 tbsp minced garlic
1/2 tsp salt
2 tbsp flour
1 cup milk
5-6 leaves of fresh basil (chopped), or 1-2 tsp dried basil
Oil frying pan, season chicken breasts, and pan fry on medium heat. Brown both sides of chicken, reducing heat if needed to time dinner preperations.
In a separate pan, melt butter for sauce in low heat. Once melted add garlic. Stir occasionally, smearing garlic with the bottom of your spoon to reduce the garlic into the butter, about 3-5 minutes.
Add flour and salt. Stir/spread mixture frequently for approximately 3 minutes to minimize flour taste and texture.
Slowly and simultaneously add milk and chopped basil until completely combined.
Raise heat to medium low and stir occasionally. Turn off heat when sauce has reached desired thickness.
In the meantime, after both sides of chicken are browned, add broccoli and onion to fry pan. Add extra seasonings if needed. Sauté with chicken until tender.
Plate with rice of choice, covering both rice and chicken/vegetable fry with cream sauce. So delicious!
In my combing of Pinterest, Facebook and the like, I have found many blogs and posts that remind me of how I want to be a mother.
They remind me to let her be silly. To let her be herself. To support her and show her she’s loved..
The problem is, I do that anyway. I cannot imagine a life without my daughter, and I hope I never have to. As much as reminders are always welcome to keep me on track, it’s the lesser of pressing matters to me. Instead, I would rather talk about the elephant in the room. The frustrations of being a mom, and how I feel when they happen.
I can’t express the magnitude of love you have when you’re a mom. I would move mountains for this girl, and stick up for her at all costs. At the same time… Sweet Moses she has a list of my buttons and KNOWS how and when to push them.
1) Why is everything that breaks, mine?
No. Really. In the 3.5 years of her existence, there has not been ONE THING of my husbands that has been destroyed. Jewelry, clothes, nicknacks…. All mine. It must be contagious too, because my husband just broke my favorite coffee mug. It took a lot to not be mad at him… Bless his heart.
2) What’s with the demands?
I can’t say how many times I have to remind my baby girl of manners. It has gotten to the point where I just ignore her. Sounds awful, right? But it just won’t sink in. I can remind her once after a rude “I want milk,” to ask nicely with a “please,” only 5 minutes later to hear “I want Batman.” It doesn’t work! So, instead, she can ask all she wants and I just look at her blankly… Waiting… Until she picks up on it, pauses and smiles with a “please have milk,” or what have you. Now, I know she is 3, but I can’t help but feel clueless until I find some tactic that works. It just so happens, that a mild amount of ignoring seems to do the trick, and ends up making us both smile in the end.
3) Really quick…
To my daughter: Do you know how cute you are when you sleep? Sometimes you smile and laugh while you dream and I can’t stop staring at that beautiful face waiting for you to do it again. The last time was after a half asleep trip to the potty to ensure a dry night, to only end up in tears for me waking you up, and those tears turn into an adorable and fruitful laughter of giggles right before the hardest of sleeps.
4) Why does it have to be a tippy?
Either way, you could drink the 18 cups of juice and milk you beg of me in a day.. Why through the same princess tippy each time? I actually think you could take down more, faster, if you would just broaden your horizons like I keep asking.
5) Some days, your voice is set to “whining” mode…
Can I just say, if I hear “mommy” in that tone one more time, I SWEAR TO PETE…
I know that you need me. You know that I love you. But sometimes hearing that tone for 10 hours is too much. By the time daddy gets home, don’t be surprised if I tap out.
6) Sometimes mommy and daddy get mad, and it’s not always about you.
We get angry, frustrated, upset and irritated. We’re human. Sometimes it’s with each other, sometimes it’s with outside instances, and (to be honest) sometimes it’s with the kid. Earlier today it was from finally sitting down, getting comfortable, only to immediately be asked for juice. A few hours ago we were both enraged with the Seahawks not living up to our personal standards. Sometimes, I snap. I get moody, I’ll raise my voice, and it all could have been handled calmly with a normal conversation. Ive been better about giving her warnings before with an “I’m not going to ask nicely any more,” but none the less.. Nothing can be helped by our wee one, so we explain to her as needed. It usually comes out something like “you know mommy (and/or daddy) love you very much, and sometimes you get angry.. When you can’t get a toy to work or we don’t do what you want us to. Well, how you feel is how (I/he/we) feel right now. Go play.”
7) On that note, I don’t always want to play.
I will roll around with you, wrestle, build blocks, read to you, tickle you, cook with you, push your imaginary puppy in a stroller, dance with you, dig with you, slide with you, push you on the swing… Other times you kick, hit, scratch or get this wild look in your eyes that makes me back off. And other times, I just want to sit. Just sit. Watch my show, read a book, or stare at the wall… Just do nothing for anyone but me. Selfishness, I know. But I’m being honest, and I know I’m not the only one out there. It’s not all day every day, I’m just exhausted at some points and need some time. I’ll respect you the same way later, I promise.
8) I’m going to get it out of you..
If it’s about what you did in preschool today, the friends you made, or why you have that look on your face like I should find the crayon colorings on the wall somewhere… I will get it out of you. Whether it is with persistent coaxing in loving tones, or my perfected “mom” look… I’ll get it…
9) steel yourself… There’s more to life than chicken nuggets.
What a concept, huh? Meal diversity from mac and cheese and deep fried chicken could really help this healthier life style that I would love to give you. Of course, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree here… Hello Pot, meet Kettle.. At least you like broccoli. You didn’t get that from me.
10) Your father compares us to oil and water, but we know he’s wrong.
Some of the best relationships in life test you. Nothing is great unless you put in the hours. We’re just getting ours out of the way. Sure we battle each other, have mental stand offs to see who will back down from the spot on the couch. No matter what it ends in kisses or tickles inevitably, and we’re just testing each other. I know you’re 3, you know I’m a grown up. Your dad knows we were meant for each other, and so do I. At the end of the day, our love is what matters, and I think we’re more like salt and pepper.
I’m sure I can think of more. I may even post more later. But I’ve had these conversations with other mothers who feel guilty for feeling this way. That your kids frustrate you to the point of doubting yourself and it makes you snap sometimes. I think it just takes practice. Your kid takes their cues from you. If you model yourself for them and they will start to follow.
All I’ve seen lately is reminders of how to be a good mom. I’m already a good mom. I love, protect, and provide for my daughter. I give her life experiences and laughter, I feed her, clothe her and teach her. But I’m human. I get frustrated, not follow my own parental guidelines and get caught up in myself. And then I blame myself. I know I shouldn’t, but I’m only human.
Not to jinx myself or to toot my own horn, but my friends tend to think I give pretty good advice. This is confirmed by how often I get texts or calls needing help on anything from what to eat that day to which guy to date.
Let me point out here that I love this. Some may analyze it as narcissism or that I’m projecting what I would want onto other people, but it’s truly not. I love putting myself in another person’s shoes and saying what I honestly believe I would do, or playing Devils Advocate to give options.
One request for advice came from a friend named Vanessa. Months prior, she had a little too much to drink and made the choice to get behind the wheel. Nothing was hurt but her pride, and it resulted in a DUI. Vanessa has been exceedingly responsible about it, including getting a compact breathilizer to keep in her purse in addition to the mandated one in her car, and chooses to walk to most functions if she thinks she’ll drink. Her request was as follows:
“So I’ll have to go to jail 24 hours for my DUI. Just enough time to make some new friends and some toilet wine. Aside from coming out with penciled in eyebrows and a tattooed ‘Celine’ on my neck, I’m a smidge apprehensive of the cavity search. Any advice you can think of?”
Where do I begin? Firstly, please come out with a head full of braids and lip liner only which needs to be made from melted crayons. Secondly, if you draw a fake teardrop tattoo with eyeliner for the next time you see me I’ll buy you an Alabama Slammer.
In all seriousness, that’s a scary thing to go through. Jail alone is a daunting thing to think of. I’ve seen enough Lock Up Raw to know I don’t want anything to do with Shaniqua or learn why she’s in the joint. Vanessa was taking it a lot better than I ever would and it’s sure put the fear in me.
Putting myself in her shoes isn’t easy, I have to admit, but my advice for the cavity search would be to think of something else that could possibly take the place of that event. Example: you have to endure a 20 minute wait in a packed DMV, so put in some headphones with some Bob Marley, sit in the back row with your eyes closed and your purse clutched tight while you imagine yourself on a beach.
That wouldn’t really work in this scenario, unless you’re used to sandy invasions of privacy. So what do you do? Pretend this was your first porn audition? A midlife crisis answer to a Craigs List ad?
I just say recite every state alphabetically in your head until it’s over. Even if you did so really fast, I can’t imagine you’d get past Minnesota before it was over. And, to being in jail in general, learn as many secret gang handshakes as you can. May come in handy some day.
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Hello everyone! My first blog entry for the world’s eyes to see!
I am a very crafty person but, with the help of others, have realized that close to every day I am doing something different. Whether it is something I’m cooking, a gift I’m making, or a trick I learned around the house – every day there seems to be something new. So, that is now my goal! A post a day of something to share. I am a newlywed and a mother, so I’ve hit the trifecta already – Creating, Cleaning & Cooking. On my blog, I’ll share things that I’ve either learned on my own, found out from someone, or through a site such as Pinterest. So sit back, enjoy, and allow me to do the work for you!