So, you may think I am going to come all up in this post with all my mommy talk and what not from now on. Well, I have some news; you are wrong. I may have changed a lot since having this little bugger plucked from my abdomen, but a lot of things have actually stayed quite the same.
I still am addicted to reality TV. In fact, probably more so since being trapped in my house with a dog and a baby during a polar vortex. I haven’t become all high and mighty and refused to watch this crap because I don’t want my baby to absorb it subliminally.
I actually tried to buy some books to read during the down time/sleepy time. However, my copies of the Book Thief and Miss Peregrine’s are collecting dust because it is hard to juggle a one month old and a book at the same time. So, I am all on top of the Bachelor, Housewives, Vanderpump, Millionaire Matchmaker, well let’s just say all Bravo shows.
I still wait longer than I should to do laundry. It isn’t the whole act of doing laundry that gets me. I don’t mind loading the washing machine or dryer or even folding. The thing that gets me is the hanging up and putting things away part. I hate that!!! Anybody else feel like that?
Oh man and don’t even get me started on ironing. I found I have the patience to deal with a screaming baby but pressing creases and seams, pffff, forget it!
I still eat breakfast every single day. Granted, it isn’t the poached eggs and avocado toast of my prebaby days, but still. I manage to at least cram down a bowl of raisin bran crunch or a granola bar before I get going with my daily routine. This weekend was maybe the second or third time I have cooked a big breakfast for Mike and me.
I had this idea of a breakfast quesadilla in my head for quite some time and I was so happy to finally be able to experiment with this recipe while Mike was home and on Andy duty. I think the fact this idea cooked and fermented in my head for quite some time made it even better than I imagined.
See! I’m still the same old G!