Home Cooked Thoughts

If you haven’t already noticed … there haven’t been many posts, if any at all, in some time … this would normally mean that I have been in a funk … this time, however, the funk belongs to my husband and my reasons fall between new job (i.e. lack of additional free time) and a strong obsession with spending as many waking hours with Benjamin as possible.

I have been cooking … a bit … so truthfully there are some recipes to share.  Be on the lookout for those … I’m feeling some inkling to write them down.

As for the funk … my hubby and I are battling some stressful things and one of us (I shall not mention who) tends to want the battle won and over with as quickly as possible and this particular battle is dragging on and on.  Truth be known, we both want the battle over … and we’re both working our tails off for that to happen, but it is still not showing signs of faltering and my dear David is showing the wear and tear of a long fight.

I am not attempting to sing my praises for not being worn out, but my new job has made me the unfortunate witness to many people who are far worse off and I have now become one grateful little lady.  I have a husband whom I adore and who adores me and our son.  We still have our parents and siblings (even if said siblings are perhaps destroying their own marriages and happy homes) and their beautiful children.  We are all healthy, give or take the sore muscles, runny noses, teething pains, and the occasional stubbed toe.  And for the time being, we have roofs over our heads.  In my opinion … God is good.  (For those critics out there … God is still good if we didn’t have all of the above, but I like to give credit where credit is due.)

All of this chatter was supposed to explain my lack of entries but I feel it went elsewhere.  I’m ok with that.  If you’re enjoying the picture attached it is my incredibly adorable one year old nephew, Aidan.  I included him on this post because he has this way of letting the whole world know when he is upset or disgruntled … his ear ringing screech … and I tend to think of him when I feel myself entering the world of “funk.”  If I could just screech like him I’m sure  I would feel better.  Maybe we should all channel our inner Aidan and screech away our funks!