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Photo: My Little Sous Chef at school today, doin’ it up big with some playdough.  The preschool classes with the “big kids” is quite involved indeed! But Ursa Major is fitting right in, making new friends, and falling in love with his teachers. I wish, though, that I had more time to spend with him while I am parent-helping. Instead, I’m on major cleanup duties! My back hurts. For seriously.

 

I’ve been up since 5:20 this morning… because obviously I had to bake two loaves of brioche. And 12 pumpkin muffins.

I took a total of four loaves of bread to school this morning (3 pumpkin loaves and 1 brioche for a teacher). You see, I was parent helper for Ursa Major’s class. What I learned today is that parent helping with the big kids means more like a straight-up teacher’s aid: I cleaned the kitchen and eating areas, prepped snack and put it in prepared bowls, scrubbed the bathroom, watched the kids, served snack to 20 children over an hour’s time, cleaned up after snack, took out the trash, and then got to play with my son for a total of about 15 minutes before it was time to go home! Phew!! What an education!

And then I spent another 2 hours on the playground for a spontaneous playdate with a mom and schoolmate who we all like. Much climbing and screaming, much talking and carrying on…

But Lord if I haven’t learned why all of these suburban moms are so skinny! I have been hustling all week on this new preschool schedule! My brain is, at this point, mush. I have Quiet Thoughts, and I tried three times to write them… but they came out as inarticulate garble. Garble, I tells yah!

So I’m throwing in the towel. I have to cook dinner with what little energy I have left. It’s going to be amazing, though–Spanish Rice with ground beef and eggs–I found it in this month’s Martha Stewart Living. (yeah, I subscribe, what of it? Are you really surprised?)  I’m tellin’ you right now that I’m going to dabble with it. This is screaming for chorizo! And Turmeric. And cumin. And oregano. And a touch of chili powder… And I am out of Worcestershire sauce and I’m no so sure that that is the best for this dish anyway… Basically, I’m inspired by the dish, but not how Martha wants me to make it. Soooo I’ll be rebelling a little bit.

Even though my thoughts aren’t quiet and quite abbreviated, I still have wishes. Especially because it’s an extra chilly day in Massachusetts today. At least the sun is shining. 🙂

I wish you sleep this weekend, dear reader. Seriously good sleep. The kind where you sleep, wake up, roll over, and then get a good sleep going again. I wish you the time and space to do that without remorse! When you get up, I wish you good breakfast. Whatever your favorite it: pancakes, french toast, waffles, eggs benedict… whatever your heart desires. I hope it is made for you by loving and skilled hands (or by your own if you are a great cook) and that you savor it as you did as a child, with a little bit of reverence and not a single ounce of guilt. I wish you a stroll on a sunny day, outside among the emerging colors and early falling leaves. I wish you some apple cider, preferably from a local vendor, fresh and full of that good Fall flavor. Bonus points if it’s warm. Extra bonus points if you put a cinnamon stick in it! I wish you the smell of burning wood (safely burned!) in the crisp evening air. I wish you a smile from a stranger. Maybe a hello, too. And I wish you some sort of inspiration, bonus points if it’s from a totally unexpected place. Extra bonus points if it is given to you by a person, and just the pick-me-up you’ve been looking for.

And lend some to me, because I need some. I’m never going to get this novel written! Never!

And some coffee, for goodness sake! I hope I don’t fall asleep at the cutting board!

Tomorrow marks 7 days ’til I’m 30! What?? Gotta put in a full week of good posts before I’m over the hill and my mind really starts slipping!

Until Monday, take care!

 

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