Well. It’s been a long week. A long, dreadful week trapped in the trenches of homeschooling/stay at home parenting bliss.
And I use the term “bliss” quite loosely.
Quite.
Some weeks are good.
And some weeks leave you wondering how on earth your life ended up this way.
I mean, what kind of a life is spent picking up random socks, muttering nonsense to yourself, talking to a dog, attempting to teach math, wiping up crumbs, wiping up toilet seats, attempting to teach reading, folding laundry, skipping science because you’ve “had it”, and arguing with 2 year olds about the necessity of pants.
Then we had to argue over whether or not helmets were meant for sleeping in.
I mean, really. How could that be comfortable?
Can I just say that I am really proud that we got teeth-brusing accomplished today?
Who needs science anyways?
All year long Daisy Mae has had trouble understanding seasons. Why?
I cannot be certain.
But I have been pounding it into her brain over and over, all the different characteristics of the seasons.
Now. Spring started like forever ago.
Am I right or am I right?
Well, no wonder the lass is so confused.
Can you see it? Can you see it?
Snow. On April the 29th.
What does it MEAN?
Oh, bother.
I have nothing to talk about. Can you tell?
It was just a bad, boring week following the unneccessary, yet eventful, ER trip. Of which I am still emotionally recovering from.
In other equally riveting news, I baked my first loaf of bread.
I know what you are thinking:
“What CAN’T this girl do?!?”
(teach science)
I know. I know.
Would you like to learn my secrets?
1) Realize you are almost 30 and you have never baked bread.
2) Try to decide if you care.
3) Remember your unhealthy fear of active dry yeast and recipes where water has to have a temperature.
4) I don’t know how to take water’s tempterature.
5) ?
6) Remember somebody gave you a bread machine for your wedding. 11 years ago. Of which you have never used.
7) Decide that you are super rude and an ungrateful brat.
8) Buy yeast.
9) Find a recipe. Dump stuff into bread machine. Watch as nothing happens.
10) Wait 2 hours and 35 minutes for the bread machine to do something. Anything.
11) Dump everything out. Throw it away. Scold yourself for thinking you could bake bread. You should know better.
12) Realize you never fully attached the something or other to the other important something or other.
13) Gather up your courage and try again.
14) Sha-Zam!
15) Watch in horror as your four, apparently starving, children devour the loaf in 4.8 minutes.
16) Shake your head and start your third loaf for the day.
17) Decide this might not save you as much money as you had initially hoped.
In other news, I am making pork chops for dinner. Nasty.
The boys are playing bubbles. The girls are playing exericse.
I probably should join them.
But I won’t.
I shall leave you all with the joke that Daisy Mae made up today and has told me each hour on the hour.
What did the boy salt say to the girl salt?
Wait for it . . .
Wait for it . . .
Can I have a SALT-ine?
*giggle, giggle, chuckle, chuckle*
Feel free to steal it.
Happy Weekend!
I love it when you make me appreciate my teenagers. Thanks Taylor!
I would take this moment to wax poetical about my adventures to fifteen stores in an attempt to save money/find Blues Clues party decorations for a certain almost 2 year old’s birthday tomorrow, but it would take a lot of typing and I’m tired.
You are in the trenches. Fight on woman! Fight on!
And screw random socks. Just throw them all in a sock box and watch it expand. It’s what I do.
I can’t believe you made bread. You’re my hero.
once upon a time I used to match socks. my pack always wore soacks that were a perfectly matched pair. then one day Mouth took 2 pairs of socks apart and put one green sock on and one striped sock on. She insisted on wearing mismatched socks. with short overalls and teeny tiny work boots ‘jus wike daddys!’. She was cute as bug. and that was the end of my children wearing perfectly matched socks. socks get thrown in a ‘sock basket’ and when the pack demands a pair of socks I point to the basket and tell them ‘good luck!!’ 🙂 in the attempt of full disclosure, I do still match HH (Handsome Hubby)s socks and put them very nicely in his drawer. gotta make the man happy who puts food on the table and those socks on the packs feet 😉
I don’t get the joke.
I like the double rainbow snow remark. You can’t slip funny past me.
Well, unless it’s your daughter’s joke apparently.
Oh dear. I fear you might need a friend intervention soon. Maybe the weather will be nice next week and we can get together, yeah?
As for the bread, I am so proud! I think it’s hilarious that you were aprehensive about making bread IN A BREAD MACHINE–hahaha–but nonetheless, you gotta start somewhere, so GOOD GIRL!! 🙂 And see, once you figured it out, it turned out splendidly!! Doesn’t mean the 69 cent loaf from Fred Meyer isn’t the cheaper route, but yours is so much more healthy. Right? And can you believe how the price of the bread went up?? Ridiculous! Used to be 50 cents! Sorry, now I’m ranting. Here’s to the weekend and a new, fresh week, “with no mistakes in it”. xoxo
Guess what? It’s trendy to wear deliberately mismatched socks! I work with the teenage-type people so I know this. You are styling out in Ruralville!
Happy Weekend, Taylor!
What A week! I think I would have devoured the bread too. Oh! I think making bread counts as a science experiment.
Good news! Baking bread = science, digesting bread = science. I’m very proud of you. I’m 44 and I’ve only used yeast 2 times, once for pizza crust (the Pioneer Woman’s) which didn’t turn out that great, and once for rolls for a guys I was dating. They were awful. Too dense. Now I’m still scared of yeast. Hang in there, I pray the the sun will shine on you and yours very soon.
Taylor, you have the perfect life to blog about. Just think if you weren’t a ruralville home schooling mom of four what on earth would you blog about? And more importantly make me laugh about? Because it’s ultimately all. about. me.
Thank you.
Home made bread= yum. It’s on my list of things to figure out.
Congratulations on your successful foray back into the world of bread baking. Soon you will be a bread pro. I agree with someone’s comment above; bread=science. Not to mention you can use baking bread to teach about measuring and fractions and all that. Yay!
I will have to refrain from mentioning to my physicist husband the “who needs science” comment. I am afraid you’d be in for quite the lecture, so I won’t allow him to hear that part because it seems you have your hands full. But people – bread in a MACHINE with no understanding of yeast does NOT count as science! You guys are smarter than this; don’t sell yourselves short. 🙂
And, homemade bread will never save money because warm homemade bread tastes better than store bought hands down. It is impossible to not devour a freshly baked loaf of bread! To quote my BFF (if she actually knew me) Rachel Ray, “Yum-o!”
hey taylor I do the baby bottle trick for the right temputure, you know the one where you put a couple of drops on your wrist to test if it’s to hot. It works just the same (i made like 5 things of bread friday.) also using a bread mechine is not that fun when you can kned the dough and get a little stress out plus you can use it as a science project as the dough rises with the gas build up of the yeast. Ps don’t get discouraged the first ever loaf of bread I ever made was hard as a rock.