It's safe to say that I've been suffering from cabin fever. I don't know how people in the Great Northwest deal with a rainy, grey climate day in and day out.
Waking up to the sun shrouded in clouds. Cold. Windy. Rainy. I mean, what is the purpose of getting dressed on days like this? Where is the motivation to groom yourself? I am blessed that I don't have to wake up early and go to work. Then for sure I would need some medicinal assistance.
Since I am home all day without a car, I'm finding it a struggle to buckle down with the chil'rens and do their schoolwork. On Tuesday I didn't even bother telling them to get dressed--they stayed in their pajamas all day. All day. Why not just bundle in blankets, watch movies, stare at the Christmas lights on our little Charlie Brown tree, take naps and play concentration (which the boys whipped my tail at--my mind is already faltering!).
To combat the total lack of motivation to do anything (like wash my hair, put on a bra, etc.), I baked cookies.
I baked double chocolate chip, chocolate chip and then some pecan supremes. I ended up with eight big bags of cookies. Am I planning on giving them away as gifts on Christmas? Not especially. I just felt like baking so I could give my home that warm, yummy smell. And believe me, we'll eat all of those cookies. After five hours, a backache and four 800 mg. Motrin, I threw in the towel.
And I've never eaten so much cookie dough in my life.
I still plan on making some bizcochitos (which almost made me faint because I paid $8.99 for a minute amount of anise seeds). And Snickerdoodles have also been requested. But I don't have any cream of tartar so those have been put on the back burner.
The next day I made albondigas soup.
The day after that I made rice pudding.
Today I am contemplating homemade tortillas and chile verde.
Did you hear that?
That was the poor little wicker chair that my ever-widening boo-tay is spread on.
I say contemplating because I totally cut my finger on a very sturdy piece of cinnamon bark that used in the rice pudding. I sliced it pretty good. Didn't know the cinnamon bark was capable of it. So the idea of kneading tortilla masa isn't very appealing right now. Also, tortillas are a venture that is best undertaken with other people around to help. And enjoy the tortillas alongside you.
To be totally honest, I think I have baked all these cookies and cooked all this soup and stirred all this rice pudding because if I didn't, my hands would be free to strangle all of my sweet, beloved chil'rens.
Strangle, I tell you.
But today I woke up to a little sunshine peeking out. There is some hope after all. I might not have to get all Jack Nicholson on their a$$es.