Honest Psalms for Moms

O Great God

In my time of need I cry out,

and I know you hear me.

Hear me now, as I am weary;

For the infant you have blessed me with

has not slept.

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What do I want to do when my kids grow up?

While I have a few more years to think about it, I am already finding myself anxious about what career path I should take after my kids are all in school—if any at all. I wrote a little about that over at Portland Moms Blog, and since it posted I’ve gotten quite a few messages from other moms who’ve felt the same pressure. Maybe you can relate? Read more at Portland Moms Blog.

Some things I found on the side of the internet

Japanese food = comfort food. At least for me. Here’s the newest video from Cooking with Dog: Curry Udon Noodles. I’m going to try to make this sometime! (And no, despite the unfortunate channel name, they are not using dog meat. They are using a dog, Chef Francis, as an assistant supervisor.)

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Regarding Blogs and Those Who Write Them

The Internet is a strange thing. Nonhuman yet capable of evolving and maturing, it’s a much different Internet than it was 20, 10, or even five years ago. A digital manifestation of fashion, if you will.

I began blogging around 2001 or 2002, back when the word “blog” was more slang than legit. I had an “online diary” at Diaryland, which is surprisingly still in operation but apparently unchanged since I was a memeber so many years ago. It was as simple as possible: put the words into the box, add a title, and hit “post”. There were no such things as SEO or featured images or RSS feeds, let alone the maintenance of a myriad of social media accounts to promote the blog.

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Doing the Things That Need To Get Done, and the Weekly Menu

I ran across this comic on Reddit today and it is pretty much how I feel right now.

Comic by Bluechair
Comic by Bluechair

My least favorite chore is washing dishes. I hate it because I can wash all the dishes, but unless I’m home alone (which rarely happens), there will inevitably be a dirty dish on the counter in the next 30 minutes. I can spend an hour cleaning the kitchen and no more than 6 hours later it is a huge mess again. The only solution is to be constantly washing dishes and wiping things down as if I were some kind of dish washing robot.

I think it’s actually driving me insane. I don’t want to be a dish-washing robot. I want to be a person.

But this is my “job”, as it were. Keep the house, because someone’s got to. There really isn’t a way out of doing your chores, no matter if you are 10 years old or 35.

So in the end, I do the very tasks I despise as a way of keeping my mind off the fact that I hate doing them so much. Somehow, it usually works. But other times it makes me feel even crazier.

Can I get an AMEN?

Here’s what we’re having for dinner this week:

Monday: Coq au Riesling and Broccoli Salad with Bacon and French Bread
Tuesday: Roast Beef Sandwiches with leftover Broccoli Salad
Wednesday: Deer Steaks, Roasted Squash, Salad
Thursday: Spicy Chicken Soup
Friday: Baked Salmon, Caesar Salad, Parmesan Pasta
Saturday: Shakshuka