Wordless Wednesday – “Got Soup!?”

Jump Start Monday

I’m not a fan of Mondays. Not at all. I get the Sunday blues around 3pm because I dread Monday. It’s back to the crazy juggling act in hopes that I don’t drop the ball somewhere. (Mental note: Friendship snack for Deacon’s school on Friday) Sunday evenings were bearable for a while when I was able to look forward to True Blood, but now Sunday is just back to BLAH. Monday is the day you have to get back into the groove. Work is always insane on Monday. The amount of reports I have due is always doubled. I decided I was going to try to tackle Monday. Get a jump-start so it doesn’t wipe me out completely. So on my True Blood-less Sunday I decided to run to the store and buy a roast for the Crock Pot. I’m thrilled to know that when I walk through the door after an insane day of work, and drop-offs, and pick-ups, dinner will be pretty much done. I wonder why I don’t do this more often. It literally took eight minutes out of my morning.

Salt, pepper, and sear the roast.

3 garlic cloves and a yellow onion on the bottom, put the roast on top.

Add 1 cup water, 1 cup beef broth, 1/2 cup of Merlot, and Lipton Onion Soup mix.

Set it. Forget it. Voila

The house is going to smell like I have been slaving over the stove all day long. I can almost smell the decadent armoa emanating from the kitchen miles and miles away. Lets just hope the dog doesn’t get the lid open and help her self. She’s slick like that. So screw you Monday, I’m winning today!

Brotherly Love

My first two boys sometimes worry me. They have some similar interests…then they are completely opposite. Like oil and water. I love that they have their individuality. I mean what fun would it be to have three little boys that were all the same? But honestly, sometimes I just can’t take it. Logan doesn’t want anything Spiderman near him. Hates it. Deacon on the other hand LOVES everything Spiderman from bedding to socks. They argue and bicker constantly. “Deacon’s not playing how I want him to play!!!”  Are you kidding me? Can’t you just compromise and play nice together? I mean how many ways is there to play dinosaurs? It’s sometimes like pulling teeth to get Logan to hug his little brother, but yet he has no problem giving his baby brother hugs and kisses. It’s just not fair. It worries me. They’re brothers, they are supposed to love and protect one another. I wonder, does he love his brother? Well now I know he does…

Last night while the boys were eating dinner I heard Logan say to Deacon, “Deac, you might not want to eat your french fries, Allie just licked them.” Now that’s true love. Saving his brother from dog-slobbered french fries. He does love him.