Grandma's Bread Recipe

 A loaf of bread that contains monoglycerides, enzymes, ascorbic acid, soybean oil, vinegar, cultured wheat flour, monocalcium phosphate, and soy lecithin costs $4.38 and lasts well over a week without growing mold. That's nuts. That cannot possibly be healthy. 

Yes, this recipe takes about and hour and a half from start to finish, but most of that time is waiting for it to rise or bake. This is for one loaf, so the measurements are a little wonky. When your family gets spoiled, you'll need to double it to make two loaves that can be baked together. When I was a kid, the bread label only used words I knew, so I'm going to give you this delicious bread recipe that is actually healthy.

Warm in a small saucepan to 120-130 degrees (I use my meat thermometer that beeps):

½ whole milk 

5/8 cups water 

1 ½ Tbsp butter cut into pieces

Blend together in a mixer:

1 ½  cups of bread flour

1 pkg or 2¼ teaspoon of yeast

1 Tbsp sugar or honey

1½ tsp. salt

Add warmed liquid ingredients to mixer and then add: 

another 1 ½  cups of bread flour to make a dough

Knead on a floured surface 5-7 minutes until smooth and elastic

Place dough in a buttered bowl and cover with a clean dishtowel then place in a warm spot and let it rise for 20 minutes.

Punch down dough. Transfer back to floured surface and pat into a 14"x 7" rectangle. Starting with the short side, roll up tightly, pressing dough into roll with each turn. Pinch the ends when you have the roll complete and place in a buttered loaf pan. Cover again and place back into the warm spot for another 30 minutes to double in size. 

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Make a slash across the top of the dough and pour another tablespoon of melted butter over the top. Bake on the lower rack for 20-25 minutes until the top is golden brown. Cool in the pan for a few minutes, then transfer to a cooling rack and/or cut off a slice while it's still warm. Try not to eat the entire loaf in one sitting.

Something Special in these Mountains

 My husband and I are blessed to have dear friends who happen to have season tickets to all App State sporting events. We love going to the men’s basketball games and were in our regular seats for the game against Louisiana on February 17. As I sat down to write this, I was pretty certain we won, but honestly, I had to look online to be sure because that was the night an older gentleman only several seats away suffered a medical emergency and died at the game.

I had been chatting with the friendly lady sitting beside me (who turned out to be the parent of one of my husband’s students) when we noticed the medics coming down the stairs and heading to an elderly gentleman sitting in the small section beside ours. The man was sitting upright but was not looking at the medics. It was his wife who was talking to them. She did not look panicked, but the medics were young and there seemed to be some confusion as they took what seemed like a long time to assess the situation. We all kept watch, my new friend and I praying softly for him, his wife, and all the people attending to him. Things seemed to be under control, but they quickly escalated as he became non-responsive and a police officer was called over to help move him, everyone in the surrounding seats feeling the urgency and seriousness of his condition. As the medics and police officer got him out of his seat and attempted to carry him up the stairs, it was clear that they were not prepared for so serious a medical emergency for such a large man. I found myself clinging to the hand of the lady beside me as our friend and my husband stood ready to help but not wanting to hinder the process. The medics finally got the man up the stairs and immediately began CPR, which went on for what seemed like ages.

As the minutes dragged by and the efforts to save the man’s life continued behind us, there wasn’t a soul in our section who was not overcome and shocked by the dire situation. Some were praying aloud, others were silent, but no one’s thoughts were anywhere but with that man and his wife.

The mascot for App State, Yosef, is a cheerful mountaineer who is usually clad in a yellow and black flannel shirt, suspenders holding up his black trousers, and a black felt flat-brim hat that he regularly sets upon the heads of fans. He’s always appropriate and more polite than some other school mascots when doing the usual mascot stuff – posing for photos, giving high-fives, and accepting hugs from little kids. But on this night, without his usual high-energy fanfare, Yosef came over to our section and simply began patting shoulders or leaning over to gently fist-bump everyone who was in attendance. He slowly made his way up the aisle, all his attention on us, clearly acknowledging the pain of the moment and letting each one of us know that we were not suffering alone. As he came to our row, I think that I gave him an appreciative smile, but I was still in shock, silently praying for the man’s wife and thinking about what she must be suffering. Yosef stepped into the row behind us, and suddenly, I felt both of Yosef’s gentle hands resting on my head, this vessel conveying nothing less than what can be described as holy and blessed compassion. It stunned me. I didn’t move my head but looked wide-eyed at the lady beside me who had tears in her eyes at the sight of our precious Yosef consoling me in the way he could. I was so touched by this comforting gesture that I didn’t turn around but rested my head into those hands, letting go of the breath I’d not realized I’d been holding. His hands lifted and he continued up the aisle with his loving efforts as tears of gratitude slipped down my cheeks. Well done, good and faithful servant~ Matthew 25:23.

I have thought of this moment every day since, grateful beyond words for our Yosef and the kindness, humanity, and spirit of mountain folk he embodies so beautifully. I will never see him and not feel appreciation and awe for the love and compassion he gave to all of us that night.

I knew it before, but no truer words have ever been spoken, there is something special about these mountains, and whatever this sacred thing is that inspires such compassion, reverence, and selflessness, this is my testimony that it is reflected in those who call App State their own.

 

 

The Summer Before College

     The first time it happened, my youngest was in the fifth grade. Summer evenings are less structured, so a missing person at dinner more common, but this was a school night and the first time our eldest had driven straight from class to the summer job she had extended into the fall. The table setter had not gotten the word and as the remaining four of us sat down, her absence was noted by all, especially our son, his eyes filling.
      "This is what it's gonna be like when Rachel goes to college."

     Whaaaaaaat????
     Brake! BRAKE! BRAKE!! 
     Mamas know that their days with their babies/toddlers/school kids/pre-teens/teenagers are limited, but we don't understand until it is upon us. Understanding is like everything else that ejects us from comfort; it doesn't happen until it's over. I sobbed the first day she went to kindergarten ... AND first grade, and middle school, and high school, and when she passed her driving test, and the day we left her at Crosby Hall at Ole Miss, ten and a half hours away from home, fearing I had not prepared her enough to be out in the world on her own. My kids are my career. I was the one whose job it was to know everything; acetaminophen dosing charts, allergies, favorite colors, favorite foods, piano lesson times, tutoring schedules, and check-up appointments. I'd made and updated regularly a Hall Family Handbook for babysitters and grandparents who came to watch the kids or in case I died unexpectedly. I can plan for when I'm not around, but what about when they aren't around? What the hell am I supposed to do without anyone to need me?? Just like every other question I have, the answers were already there. I had just been pretending not to notice.
     From the moment they arrive, our babies are not ours, they are their own. We are the vessel, nurturer, guide, law, and advocate for these precious creatures, but we forget that we did not craft them with our own hands for our purpose. We did not choose their skills, talents, gifts, hair color, or temperament. The aim was not for us to always have a job or constant companion; it is for our children to be capable of helping move humanity forward, and if we have done our job well, they will contribute to society by forging their own path and finding their own way. This is impossible if I don't let go of her hand.
     Our flood of nurturing and protective instincts is real, but it excuses every "I can do it myself" they've uttered and we've ignored or fought. So now, in the last days before the big move, they make their last stand. They turn cold to our warmth. They become cranky, rude, and ungrateful because it's impossible to leave if they don't want to go.
     Your role as mama is about to change, but I promise, it is not for the worse. The contact becomes less frequent but more meaningful. Themes emerge. Their need for concise wisdom will require your concentration and creativity, graciously imparted, to allow them to recognize truth for themselves, rather than being told. Guided questions and analogies using their specific interests (as only a parent can) will be the connection that not only remains intact but thrives.
     Hold your tongue in the new dorm room when she tries to shove the head of her bed into the closet to make it "kinda my own room" or starts hanging pictures on the walls before putting her clothes in the dresser. Don't cry and hang on when you leave. Tell her that she can do it. Let her be the first to call you and when she does, ask what she did that day without filling her in on what you are making for dinner (lie and tell her sandwiches). 

I won't lie- it's sad for you, this change. Allow yourself the time to grieve - I may or may not have been guilty of crying in my closet for three days - and then on the fourth day, get up early and go for a walk. Call your friends who are also struggling and go to a movie or float the river or choose a new paint color for the laundry room. Read. Make every night a binge-watch with your husband. Buy a new frying pan, athletic socks, and mascara - stuff you've held off doing for yourself because you haven't had the time. And call your own mama - there's a good chance she'll accept your apology for being cranky the day before you left for college, too.
   

For Mothers, especially me

 There is a pattern to life; we are born, we give life, we die. A woman wrestles the wind and waves, lands her boat ashore, helps her child to build her own boat, then watches and cheers silently (and sometimes not so silently) as her child tackles wind and waves, headed to find her own shore on which to land. The tragedy of watching a child’s boat succumb to the waves and disappear is against all nature. The pattern is irrevocably broken, the horizon damaged beyond repair.

My dear friend lost her daughter in a car accident. It was a good car, a car with the latest safety features and airbags. Her daughter had never had an accident or a ticket. She was not doing drugs. She was not drinking. It was in the middle of the day on a good, dry road. None of those things that we parents check off our list mattered, because it still happened. These things happen.

We can track our daughters, limit them, bind them in bubble wrap, and duct tape them to the kitchen chair or explain, teach, demand, and pray, but still, these things happen and eventually, despite our fear, they grow up and we have to help our daughters launch that boat.

 It is what we do on our shore with them that matters. It is the time we spend building that boat, teaching them to read the waves and wind. It is how and what we do together that matters.

If we spend our time arguing over the narrowness of the keel, the depth of the hull, how widely the seats are spaced, or the color of the sail; that is what we have when they are gone.

If we build the boat to our standards, making them watch, not do, because it must be perfect; not allowing them to know their own vessel, fearful and unaware of what it can and cannot do; that is what we have when they are gone.

If we nap on the beach or make new sails for our own boats, ignoring their calls for guidance; that is what we have when they are gone.

But if, like my dear friend, we sit with them, smoothing the rough edges, weaving the sail, and laughing together at the seagulls who perch on the rim and watch as our daughters work; then that is what we have when they are gone.

Babysitter Tips From a Mom of Those Having Been Sat and Those Now Sitting

Having been through it for twenty years, I feel it coming. The kids have been home from school for over a week. Their discarded presents scattered in boxes with the sides caved in from being trampled. New clothes, still with the tags, lie in a pile on the floor of their rooms, unhung. The new movies have all been watched, the candy eaten. They seem to sing "I'm bored" on the hour and off-key. It is just before that wonderful time of year when parents have had their fill and need a night out. If we can just hang on 'til NEW YEAR'S EVE!!

If you have children old enough to babysit, there are a few things to keep in mind when you allow them to accept a job.
Babysitters:
You are there for the primary reason to keep the children safe. Do not check you instagram and twitter every five minutes to see what you are missing. Do not post pictures of the kids you are babysitting, the address of the house, or any of its items within its walls while on duty. Do not invite your friends over or talk to them on the phone (this includes texting) while the children are awake. 
When accepting the job, you need to know:
*the hours you are expected to stay (no one comes home right at midnight)
*how many children you will be watching (most houses have at least one extra friend spending the night)
*if you don't drive, ask if they will pick you up or if you need to find a ride (plan now to get a ride home--you don't want to depend on tipsy parents to get you home safely)
Now you need to set a fee and tell the parents up front.

It is going to be a long night. Plan age-appropriate activities for the kids: bring any old dress-up dresses for girls if they are nine years old or under and music to have a "Dance" (do NOT teach them to twerk); teach them card games; bring refrigerated cookie dough, frosting, and silver sprinkles to decorate them with the kids. Don't lie around and watch movie after movie. This is a special night for them, too.

Make sure you have both of the parents' cell phone numbers and an emergency number for an adult they trust. Write down:
*what allergies the kids have
*specific dinner instructions
*special bed times for each one
*behavioral expectations and consequences

After the kids are asleep, you should always clean up any dishes, pots, and pans you used to feed them, toys, blankets, etc... The last thing parents want to do when they get up in the morning after a long night out is face a messy house.

Now, if you are the parent of kiddos needing a babysitter, keep the following in mind: college kids are broke. This is the one night they really are "giving up" to make money. If she tells you she charge 5.00 per kid per hour, pay it and give her a tip if your house is cleaner than you left it.

If your child hits or your niece bites, warn your sitter! Tell her how to handle any bad behavior--if your kids act that way for you, you can be sure that they will bump it up a notch with a ton of other kids in the house and a young adult in charge.

Do not run off to your party without buying food and expecting the sitter to just find something to feed your kids. If you expect her to feed them a meal, make it and leave specific directions. Ordering pizza? Do it yourself and have it there before she arrives or be certain to leave enough cash to pay for it and the tip.

Call once during the night to make sure that there have not been any major problems.
 
If you tell her that you will be home by 12:30am, don't show up at 2am. Call at 11:30, ask  her if she doesn't mind if you stay out later and then pay her the additional amount with a giant Thank You!

If you have told her that you will be driving her home Never EVER drive if you have been drinking. Period. She is someone's baby who has been loved for twice as long as you have loved your own. Have her call her parents and hand them a bottle of wine for getting out of their warm bed to do your job.

End of lecture. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to us all!

Happy Mother's Day for Us

Years ago, I saw the tail-end of a sitcom that has stayed with me.  I can't remember what it was called, but Diane Cannon played a California fruits-and-nuts mother (I lovingly say this while holding my "Native Californian" card) with two grown daughters. The oldest was married and had a new baby and had hoped that her first Mother's Day would be one of the best days of her life. Her husband did buy her a card and cut the grass, but it was nothing like her imagined day at the spa, giant bouquet of wildflowers, surprise oil portrait of her with her new baby, or thoughtfully planned dinner. Since her husband had fallen asleep watching a baseball game for the rest of the afternoon, she and the baby ended up at her mother's beach house for dinner.

     I'm going to paraphrase here:

Later that evening, she bemoans to her mother, "I thought that when I gave birth, became a mother, that it would change our entire lives...spiritually; that we would truly become a family in the deepest sense of the word; that Todd would recognize that enormous change in me and in us."

  (Pause. Pause.) 

Her mother looks at her as though she is speaking Swahili.

     "Where do you get this crap?" (Clearly, her mother is not the source of these ideas).
     Sigh.

     "I just wanted my first Mother's Day to be memorable," her daughter begins to recognize that her expectations were a bit off.

     "You want memorable?" her mother grins, patting her daughter's knee. "Memorable, I can give you."

Cut to the beach (night shot), the outline of the two of them, skipping/running into the surf, laughing hysterically, and completely naked. What a way to teach your adult kid how to celebrate herself! What a great gift to give her!

 

    My image of motherhood was nothing like what it became. People talk all day long about the joys of motherhood; that it's the hardest job in the world, that there is nothing more fulfilling, blah, blah, blah.  No one says what that looks like in real terms. First, you don't glow. You sweat, wear mismatched pajamas because that is what is relatively clean, and stop checking the rearview mirror because, well, it's just depressing to see how tired you really look. Motherhood is your friend telling you that there is something questionable in your hair and you are relieved to find that it is only peanut butter. It's clenching your jaw so tightly with frustration that you are certain your front two teeth are going to snap off and cause your gums to recede. It's having to change your entire outfit on Sunday morning two minutes before you have to leave because your other shoe is at the bottom of the dress-up box (discovered well into the next season). It's being so completely covered in God's "blessings" that you miss everything He might be telling you unless some wonderful person points it out. 

 

     No one can tell you in advance that the most memorable moments are not those that the modern-day poets blather on about in a Hallmark card or are captured in the soft filtered lens of a photographer, but they are in the most trying--the moments that no one sees except you and God. Moments like when your infant has had a fever all night, and you are covered in infant urp and sweat, and a part of you is desperate to put her down, shower, and get into your own bed, but...she has finally fallen asleep on your spent breast, the sheen of sweat bathing her forehead as her fever breaks, and you sit rocking and kissing her damp head, thanking God that she will be well... and quiet. Moments like when your son finds a dead, fuzz & crud-covered lollipop in the car and, instead of sneaking off to have it himself, brings it to you "because I wuv you." The gratifying and heartbreaking moment when your baby goes off to first grade without tears, and most devastating; the days when your tears won't stop because she is going through her first days of college without coming home to apples and peanut butter after school...and you know she's doing just fine without them. Because they are our babies, there are times we forget that our job is to grow them to be contributing, confident adults who affect the world in a positive way, and those moments when they do are hard on us, not them.

 

    Diane Cannon's character embodies the mother I aspire to be on a lot of occasions. Since I don't see a load of my friends and me heading into Barton Springs Pool in the middle of the night without making the internet, this is not an invitation to go skinny dipping, but I do want to throw some Diane Cannon light on the ideas we have realized: that motherhood is full of rearranging your expectations and laughing it off and knowing who will welcome you, feed you, and tell you like it is--and go skinny dipping! And so, my friends, you who fill in for me, who kick my butt, who tell me that I'm doing fine, who share wine and horror and laughter and love and understanding with me--I wish you the Happiest of Mother's Days in your very own soul, that there are moments in your life that exceed your expectations, and most of all, that when God needs to speak to you, that you can hear.

 

Skiing with Kids

I spent most of the winters of my Southern California childhood coming home from school on Friday to be greeted by the pile of ski equipment, bags of clothing and food, and a whistling father. Ski season began in late January and ended sometime in May and as the daughter of the leader of a local mountain’s ski patrol, my weekends were dedicated to “new powder!” at Kratka Ridge with my dad. Our nine-day Spring Break was spent at Mammoth Mountain. Needless to say, the man knew how to ski with kids/teenagers.

As we gather for Winter Break, I figured now would be a good time to share:

Tom Battenberg’s Skiing with Kids 101

Several weeks before going, have your kids do squats and lunges, especially if they have never skied before. The best way to get them to do these properly is to have them “sit” with their backs against the wall, having just their legs support their weight.

Drink a lot of water the day before you leave for the higher elevations—driving from the lower elevation to the higher is best to avoid altitude sickness, but hydration is the key.  Drink a lot the day you arrive and the day after to avoid nausea and headaches.

Money saver--If you are headed to Colorado, rent skis/boots/poles in Dillon or Silverthorn then take them with you to your resort (they have another location there, but it is considerably more expensive)

Steps to Skiing On Time
The Night Before 
      1. Charge phone and ipod
      2. Bathe and then sleep in your underwear and long underwear (base layer) 
First Morning Stage (go to the bathroom/brush your teeth/put up your hair)
      3. Put on your ski socks and your slippers (so your feet don’t get wet from the kitchen floor)
       4. Put on your performance shirt
       5. Ski Pass around your neck
       6. Put phone, tissues, key to condo, and ipod in pockets of ski parka 
Second Stage: Eat  Breakfast/drink water, then check the weather to see what layers you need for the day
Third Stage: Go to the bathroom again, even if you don’t think you need to go
       7. Sunscreen and chapstick (put them in your ski parka)
       8. Ski pants
       9. Sweater or “Fuzzy”—if needed
       10. Gator around your neck/face masque/headliner—blocks the wind
       11. Ski boots—make sure they are on the “walk” mode or leave the tops unbuckled
       12. Parka—do not zip up inside the condo until the last second, so not to overheat
       13. Helmet (it is the law) and goggles
       14. Mittens (gloves don’t keep your fingers as warm)

Beginning skiers--If they are new at this, they’re gonna whine. It is best to put them in ski school for the first two days… at least.

             As they gain control, get them to a groomed intermediate run (blue) as soon as     
              possible, so they learn to use the momentum the steeper slope offers. Stay away     
              from the bumpy runs, as this adds an extra challenge a new skier does not need.
 

Food to Eat While Skiing

Lots of water—skip the soda and tea, since they are diuretics. The new sports drinks that contain protein are great.

Hand them fruits and veggies while they are waiting for dinner or lunch to be served. Our rule was: nothing else to eat or drink unless you drank six ounces of water and at half an apple/orange/3 celery sticks, etc…Anti-inflammatory foods help sore muscles. Spaghetti is the best thing to feed a starving kiddo since it helps with inflamed muscles and gives them the carbs they need to burn on the mountain.

Do not take off their ski boots during lunch, it is harder to put them back on their feet after an hour of being allowed to swell. Simply unbuckle them unless you are suffering from a blister—put moleskin on that hot spot

After the last run of the day

Sit your kiddo’s bottom just inside the door and pull off his ski boots, bang the snow off of them before bringing indoors (keeps the floor and socks dry)

Give him a big mug of hot chocolate and apple slices and let the stories of the events of the day begin!!

NEVER put your boots near the heater or fireplace to dry—they will melt. Pull the liners out of the boots and ALWAYS bring them inside your condo/hotel at night since there is nothing worse than wet, freezing cold ski boots in the morning

Hang everything up to dry and be ready for the next day in one spot, so you don’t have to spend precious morning time hunting for missing mandatory equipment

As a final bit of info and advice:

*the effects of alcohol are greater at the higher elevations
*mamas need helmets, too (remember Natasha Richardson)
*and most importantly, stop at the top of every run to appreciate the beauty and light of your mountaintop experience.

 

The Emergency Money Diet

Hello!  Thank you to everyone who has passed this blog along to your friends and family! We had 10,500 hits as of this week! I am amazed and appreciative of the requests, and as I have shared with some of you, I am hard at work putting together a collection to publish before Mother's Day. That said, a very good friend of mine lost her job last week. It is with a heavy heart that I present for her and for anyone else dealing with this crisis:

The Emergency Money Diet

On Friday afternoon you are let go from your job with two weeks’ pay and a heavy urge to find the nearest bar and drink yourself into oblivion. Hangovers actually feel worse now that you are over thirty, so buy a decent bottle of wine and steaks to grill and keep yourself busy until you are ready to tell your spouse.

Are you crazy? I can’t afford wine and steak. You just drove past a bar that serves a 14.00 glass of Pinot Noir. You are not doomed to eat cereal every night for the rest of your life. Everyone should be allowed a bit of time to adjust their thinking to a shock like that. Feel free to crawl into your hole for the evening, even if you spend it playing Candy Crush until 2am.

Tomorrow begins a temporary adjustment to your life. Yes, I said temporary. Most crises such as these do not last forever. It isn't cancer. But. It could last a while, and though you cannot "fix" the situation right away, this is a good way to take hold of it and give yourself some control.

Saturday

Hey, Honey. I have to tell you something hard...

Big breakfast day—make pancakes from scratch, fried eggs, and fruit. Heat the syrup, so it pours easily and the kids don't waste as much. Tell your kids what is going on--only enough that they can handle--you can present it in a way that makes it seem like an adventure. This is going to be rough, but not if everyone understands and is actively part of the team. They, and you, will be stronger as a family on the other end of this.

Do not wallow in the hole and say, "Screw it, I don't want to cook," and figure that you will go out to eat four days this week. Get out your recipe cards for inspiration, make a meal plan for the week, and put together the grocery list right after breakfast. Put one large roasting chicken on your list. I am about to show you how to stretch it into three meals - a "Rubber Chicken."

Shopping Tips
Buy only the necessities: lean hamburger, chicken, pork chops; fresh fruit you know your kids will eat for snacks; sweet and roasting potatoes are a great way to fill up teenage boys--make them mashed and then load the skins with cheese and bacon for their appetizer; largest size bags of frozen veggies (they actually have more nutrients because they are frozen so quickly; cold cuts for breakfast and lunch sandwiches; thin sliced bagels and whole grain bread; avoid the cost of things that are pre-made to save--blueberry muffin mix is less than a dollar--if you throw in two handfuls of real blueberries, they are better than Starbucks. Buy a giant can of diced tomatoes at Costco (2.50) and add it to sautéed onions, mushrooms, a tablespoon of garlic, and oregano for a light but delicious spaghetti sauce--freeze the other three portions and add it to ground hamburger or meatballs.  

Buy family-size boxes of crackers and cookies, not individual packages, and frozen concentrate juice instead of juice boxes - I add twice as much water as is called for to keep them from getting used to such a high level of sweetness - for fourteen 6 oz servings –that's half the price and no individual trash. If you have school-aged kids, get reusable containers to pack individual servings—it is still cheaper than the pre-packaged stuff. 

Skip the movie and shopping or whatever expensive activities you normally do. After your kid's soccer game, skip the fast food and head to the grocery store together - stick to the list, no impulse buys. Teach your kids about price per ounce and making smart choices with money. Spend the rest of the day on improvements - you and your kiddos can fix something in the house, such as changing batteries in the smoke detectors or burned-out light bulbs. Do some easy task in the yard together that you've been avoiding for weeks. I'm not kidding; kids think cleaning the garage is fun. 

Big Saturday night event--Make homemade pizza for dinner with a tossed salad and play a board game instead of streaming a movie for 3.99 -- I highly recommend Wits and Wagers.

 

Sunday—Don't skip Sunday School for the kids—great place for them to socialize and for you to learn a little something, and the coffee is free.

Come home and make lunch together. Early afternoon money-saving task - Go through your phone and see what apps you can cancel. Go through your credit card and see what subscriptions you can cancel. If you have parents or grandparents who clip coupons, send them an email and tell them what is going on and that you could really use their help to be thriftier—they will absolutely LOVE you for this and will send every coupon you request. 
 

It is Rubber Chicken Day One. Big dinner day—roast your large chicken, cook brown rice with 2 bouillon cubes, make gravy from the drippings, and steam a green vegetable. Cut the meat and put it on plates in the kitchen - you can save about two-thirds of the meat for the next two meals. Serve your family meal around 3pm. You still have time to take a walk afterward - exercise will help your mental health. Keep in mind that an adult serving of chicken is about the size of your fist or about 3 oz. We are so used to giant portions in this country that we have lost sight of the idea that we are not trying to fatten 'em up but just keep 'em alive. 

Save every bit of meat from the bones and divide what is left into two containers - one for Tuesday and one for Thursday. Put the bones into some water to simmer with 1/3 onion and some celery. Cool and refrigerate - you now have bone broth, one of the healthiest appetizers ever, but you will be using this for meal #3. 

Monday—Substantial breakfast, middle–size lunch, small dinner (good energy and weight management) is always the plan. If you have put on a few pounds, with this uncertainty in your life, you are likely to lose some of it, but with careful eating and exercise, you can look great for interviews when it is time.

Clean Out and Clean Up
What can you sell on Ebay or the Neighborhood FaceBook page? Go through toys and clothes that your kiddos may have outgrown. If you bundle them into a group and offer them for a reasonable amount, they will probably sell and you don't have to deal with a consignment store. What purses or jackets have you barely used? Collectibles that someone gave you that you don't really want that could bring in cash on eBay?

Little Kids--Take your kiddos for a walk to the park, hike around the neighborhood, and walk to get the mail every day. They love the outing, and it gets you out of the house and moving your body.

Cancel your cleaning service—did you know that vinegar and hot water cut grease? The smell fades when it is dry. Vinegar is also a miracle cure for animal urine.

How much did it cost you to work? Review your expenses—this can be really painful, but if you think of it as temporary, like camping, it can make a huge difference. Check over all of those debit charges that you do for and while working. 

    How much do you really spend on gas, Starbucks, dry cleaning (because you don't have the time to iron), lunches, clothes, hair products and makeup (it is totally freeing to put on sunscreen and chapstick and throw your hair in a ponytail four days a week), eating out because you just don't have the energy to cook, childcare, doctor's office visits for ear infections, individually packaged food and drinks for your kiddo's lunches, manicures, pedicures, massages? It all adds up, and a lot of the time, just cutting this stuff out can get you very close to where you need to be.

Not enough?  Do you have two car payments? If you traded in one of the fabulous cars, could you get one that is "just fine" for half the payment or none at all? What if you sold your teenager's hotrod and shared your Accord? How much is the difference in your insurance? Call the insurance company for a breakdown of what you pay.

Your Budget --yes, you must assign a job to every dollar you have.
My list of necessities (and of Dave Ramsey) is 1. food 2.  lights/gas  3. mortgage--after that, I think 4. gas for the car 5. car insurance 6. 1 phone--everything else is negotiable. Try to keep your credit rating good--a bad credit rating affects your car insurance rates.

If your teenagers constantly buy music or movies, kill the debit card link. Your teenagers need to get babysitting gigs, part-time jobs, or offer to do yard work/wash cars/clean decks for anyone who will pay them. Demand that they save no less than half the money they make.
 

Dinner—hamburgers, homemade fries (thinly sliced potatoes), and steamed mixed veggies

Tuesday--Look at your bills. What electric vampires are you using? Anything not regularly in use needs to be unplugged. What services are you paying for because you did not have the time? Cancel the gym membership - running is free.

What can you sell on Craigslist?
Get into your garage and look at all of the toys and tools gathering dust. Check eBay and FaceBook Marketplace to set prices, but you can get quite a bit of money from bikes, strollers, backyard toys, trampolines, unopened paint, loose wrenches, boxes of nuts, bolts, and screws. If you need to move for a new job, you won't have to be in a panic trying to pack up all of the stuff or pay someone to haul it away for you.
 

Little Kid Project--Have your kiddos "sort" all of your Tupperware stuff by putting the lids on all of the containers. No lid or no container—put it in the Goodwill bag. Emptying your house of clutter will help your brain function more effectively.

Little Kid Job—make the juice. One of your plastic pitchers becomes the official juice container. Put a can of frozen juice concentrate in the pitcher, add twice as much water to the pitcher as is called for (gets them used to things with less sweetness), and mark the level with a permanent marker. Now when it is your child's turn to make the juice, they don't have to measure and spill. They will just put the pitcher in the sink, add the concentrate, add the water to the line, and stir. Voila! They can do something helpful without a sticky mess.

Put a serving of snacks in a little cup or bowl instead of eating out of the box—keeps everyone from ruining their dinner and wasting food.

It's the 2^nd night of the Rubber Chicken—take the second 1/3 of chicken meat and make sour cream chicken green sauce enchiladas (usually the best enchilada sauce is the cheapest one on the shelf), a casserole, or Cream of Chicken spaghetti with a green salad.

Wednesday—Make a job chart and post it—you don't have to buy stickers, just use a pen or colored pencil to keep track of your kiddo's progress. Kid job—gather the trash from all of the trash cans in the house. If you give them a dry cleaners bag with one end tied, kiddos can usually manage emptying little wastepaper cans into it. 

We like to start our job week on Wednesdays so that we get a treat in the middle of the week. Good job approval gets to pick out a new book or puzzle at Half Price Books or Goodwill. 

Find your library and join it. They always have a story time during the week. You can borrow books, audio books, and movies - all paid for by your tax dollars. Your kiddos may even make some new friends who like to read.

Little Kid Project—take pieces of tin foil and make costumes out of it and then read any book on knights or princesses.

Dinner - Pork chops and rice casserole is always a hit. Spray the bottom of your largest casserole dish and pour a cup and a half of rice in the bottom. Lay thin-cut pork chops on top of the rice. Layer onion and tomato on top of the pork chops and pour three cups of chicken broth over the whole thing. Cover and bake for one hour. Steam half a bag of frozen mixed vegetables. Serve with apple sauce. 

Thursday—Start a journal on your computer about your progress for weight, eBay, and household handyman jobs you finish—it does help to see that you are accomplishing things at home over time.

Where can you and your kiddo volunteer? Is there a retirement home nearby that encourages kids to come and bring their artwork?

You are being a homemaker, right?  So, make it what you feel is a home. Throw out/send to Goodwill parts of things that will never be fixed, clothes you never wear, and all the little bits of clutter that remind you that you have not finished them. They do not really matter if they have not been missed for a year.  Clean and organize one drawer in your bedroom in 30 minutes—set your timer and finish that one small job. Again, if you have to move for a new job, it will cost less to haul all of this stuff away or move it.

Make pudding for dessert. Make your own bread instead of buying loaves made with sixteen ingredients you don't recognize. See the recipe in Grandma's Recipes Blog.

Final night of the rubber chicken—Chicken and Dumplings. Heat the broth, then strain out all of the bones, celery, etc...  Add the last 1/3 of chicken to it and dissolve chicken bullion cubes (1 cube/12 oz).  Taste it and add salt if needed. Add some frozen green beans if you want. 

Dumplings: 1 cup flour, 1 tsp salt, just under 1 tsp baking powder, enough milk to make it dough.  Roll out flat on a floured surface and cut into strips. Place the strips on top of the simmering chicken and broth. Cover and cook about 10 min and serve. 

Friday—You made it!  Look at your debit spending this week compared to last week. Tomorrow you plan for the following week, but now you have the momentum. 

Plan to exercise. Most cable companies offer a workout channel that has everything from cardio dance to yoga. You are already paying for this, so use it. 

Special Dinner night—No going out for $175.00. Don't order that 10.00 glass of wine. Get a large rib eye for you and your husband to split (again, no one needs more than 3 oz of red meat at a serving) and a little sirloin for the kiddos. Bake potatoes and steam some veggies. Find a bottle of wine for around 10.99—I'm not kidding, there are a lot of good ones that are fabulous if you let them breathe for an hour.

 

Be Honest with someone you trust.  This stuff is hard and without support, it will be harder. You don't know if you don't ask, but you may have friends who want to join you on your money diet! 

If you haven't already, one of you should join Costco. Buy stuff in bulk and split it (giant pork chops) or store the additional ones for later. If you pay $120.00 (55.00 each) for the executive level, you get a check at the end of the year for 2% of everything you buy—except gas. If two families are using it pretty regularly, then the check usually covers the membership fee, and you can both go to lunch on the balance to celebrate.

Do errands together with the kids. It sounds like hell, but it is actually one of the best tricks. The kids talk to each other while you moms visit and get your errands all done. Make a map for the day to maximize time and save gas. Take turns driving every other week.

So, now the hard part begins. If you are like my friend, her job has evaporated, and there are no positions within 500 miles of her home. It may be time to rethink your career. If you were in marketing, can that be restyled to apply for a sales job? If you were a business person and have your MBA, can you teach business courses at a university? Do consulting for businesses in your area? You don't know if you don't look. Cry really hard, go for a walk or run when you feel like crap, and when you can, embrace this opportunity that has been set before you. It is always darkest before the dawn, but know this, if you look for it, there is light.

Food as a Need

     To celebrate the beginning of the school year tomorrow, now would be a good time to check on the Mama’s Needs.  After your kiddos head off to school and you are in the house with only the little ones or Alleluia yourself, where are you in your Needs?

     Quick review. According to the Mother Board Handbook our Needs are air, water, food, shelter, sleep, medical treatment, physical activity, an honest, loving relationship with our spouses, and one real friend. Necessary clothing is important, but nothing dies if you don’t have it. Everything else comes after.

     Let’s go back to the Needs Quiz (June 30) and talk about food.  Since you took that quiz, how has the one thing you wrote down to change improved your life?  If you forgot all about it, that’s okay. Tomorrow is a great day to put the pop tart down.

     Food is necessary, but the kind of food we need to  fuel our ability to think clearly and fuel our bodies for movement is probably not  what we think of when ch0osing what to eat. Just because you are not in school, does not mean that you do not need your brain to function at a higher level.

     Where we were told that grain-based foods should be the foundation of all of our meals, I am finding that using that guideline only makes me fat. If I switch the if I'm being honest huge bowl of cereal for Greek yogurt with blueberries and strawberries (huge antioxidant foods) and a piece of grainy toast, I have the energy for a three-mile run and two loads of laundry.  Eating half an apple with peanut butter at 10:30am keeps me from wanting a 600-calorie cheeseburger for lunch, so that I can enjoy a small plate of re-heated chicken and brown rice with broccoli.  Getting ahead of my hunger keeps me out of the junk food I crave when I allow myself to get depleted.

               Everyone has been in a grocery store with this one:  While standing in line to pay for groceries, a toddler wants candy.  The mama absently says, "no."  Having had only a pop tart and juice box three hours ago, the child cries.  The child screams that she is starving and begins to wail.  The grandmas in the line raise their eyebrows. The mama, her mind straddling the thought that people are seeing evidence that she has a terrible child (ergo she is a terrible mother) and knowing she had better hold her ground or all will be lost, repeats a quivering “no” to her little beast.  The child, hearing the uncertainty in her mama’s voice and realizing her own power in front of all of these people, lashes out physically and hits her mama.  Mentally exhausted because she did not feed brain-supporting food to herself, the mama picks up the candy and takes half before giving the child the rest.  All the grandmas shake their heads. 

     Let's back up. 

     One must always feed the mama and the kiddo a proper meal before going to the grocery store.  Even a snack will avoid the meltdown that may occur.  Mamas must keep in mind that toddlers are especially irrational when they are hungry.  Rationality is the mama's job.  The mama knows that candy tastes way better than chicken and brown rice with broccoli, so it is up to the mama to feed the kiddo before taking her into the wonderful land of stimulating, colorful, tasty treats. 

     Now that both the mama and the toddler are not cross-eyed crazy hungry, the Mama Bubble can be drawn. 

     The child wants candy—they always want candy.  The mama says, "No."  The child cries. 

     The mama gives child "the look."  "The look" is a flat stare, narrowing of the eyes, looking dead-on into the child's eyes without breaking the gaze.  Eventually, the child will look away--this how the mama knows she has won. Works with dogs, too.

     I did realize at one point that I have said “no” out of habit.  Occasionally, I allow one appeal.  It has to be a well-thought out appeal with good reasoning.  “If you buy me this, I will clean my room” bribes are instantly thrown out.  This exercise encourages them to understand how to make a logical argument.  “I ate all of my lunch and rode my bike 3 miles today, so could I please have this small bag of Skittles?” is a reasonable request.

     I'm feeling a little like a slug.  My kids have eaten pizza or fast food every night this week.  Yep, mine, too.  Celebrate the fact that it was fun and easy and move on.  Since the need for brain-food begins in earnest this week, eat lunch and make your list of what health-supporting meals you can make for you and your family BEFORE you go to the grocery store today. Otherwise, you will buy random items that look like they taste good, including that huge bag of chips you will open and eat in the car on the way home. As a side note, your kids’ lunches will be healthier if you do not take them to the grocery store with you. Mamas know that kids will eat the apple slices for a snack if the lunchboxes contain only apple slices and not chewy fruit snacks, but it is hard not to give in when we are having our own anxiety over how our kids will do in their new class.

     The lazy days of summer are over for now. It is a new start for everyone tomorrow. Fish and nuts help you to have better recall. If you have cancer in your family or a lot of allergies, antioxidants can help both of those issues.  Digestion problems? Make sure you grab the apples. I just heard on our local news channel that the healthiest population drinks two glasses of red wine per night!  Wahoo! To begin to have a balanced life, we must feed ourselves and our brains before tackling the challenges that are to come.

 

Nobody Listens to Me and the Consequences

          My kids and I have discussed their role in this endeavor and we have come to the agreement that I will not use their actual names, but words which describe one characteristic of each of them.  This grants them the option, when questioned, to deny that they were the offending child in any of the blogs.  You have already been introduced to “Ferret” and “Techie.” I am now allowed to present “Quick” and “Duchess.”

This may sound familiar to you…

     While at my family’s mountain cabin packing for our rafting trip, I tell my nine-year-old playing with his lacrosse stick to bring down the day bag sitting on the sofa upstairs. 

     (Acts like he doesn’t hear me).

     “Darling boy, child of mine, please get the day bag. Upstairs. Sofa by the window.”

     He picks up his lacrosse stick and disappears up the stairs. I continue gathering items, chatting with J/Mother Board member, throw two mugs into the dishwasher, etc, then I realize that the boy is still missing.

     “Quick!” I holler in irritation and irony.

     “Yes?”

     “Bring it to me!”

     Quick appears two minutes later… with my purse. 

     “No one listens to me,” I tell my friend, J.

     J, mother of two boys who has watched me and my kids for years, smirks and raises her eyebrows.

     “It’s because they don’t have to,” she tells me. “You are asked to repeat yourself, and you do, constantly. There’s no consequence.”

    Crap.  She’s right.  Get their attention, say the direction once. If they ignore you, nail with the consequence.  It should have gone like this:

    Quick wants to go outside and play lacrosse, but I need help packing for the rafting trip.

    “Quick, put down the lacrosse stick and come here.”  (Walks over, looks up) “I need you to get the day bag.  It is upstairs on the sofa. If you are back here in two minutes, I will let you go outside. If not, no lacrosse, got it? Repeat to me what you are getting and where it is.”

     He does. Bag retrieved, happy mama, happy boy.

     Clear. Concise. Especially with boys. Repeating yourself drains the energy out of you and teaches your children not to listen. Yes, we are all overwhelmed, but everyone can improve their attentiveness.

      But not following a parent’s directive in order to explore their own way of doing things is also part of a child’s normal break from being a child to becoming a young adult. Applying eyeliner above the lashes rather than below, positioning the head of the bed by the door rather than the foot, and using honey instead of syrup on their pancakes are small inconsequential choices that are not harmful and are a perfect way for children to explore their options and find out what works well for them and what does not. It is the dangerous choices that need to be discussed out loud, with consequences explained where parents must have their child’s attention. Unsafe driving, alcohol and drug experimentation, and sex with multiple partners all must be addressed well in advance of the behavior.

      My kids are still young. I don’t want to bring that up now. Actually, you do. In my upper-middle-class neighborhood, we have had our share of horror stories. A freshman boy and his friends were playing a drinking game with their own version of shots –a solo cup half-full of vodka instead of a true shot of 1.5 ounces—and he got on a losing streak. The freshman’s heart stopped twice during transport to the hospital. Two seventh-graders were caught in the middle school bathroom having anal sex, "because," the girl said, “it was not real sex and I'm still a virgin.” A local pediatrician, Dr. Jill Grimes, was appalled to find that one out of five of her patients tested positive for not one but multiple sexually transmitted diseases and wrote a book, Seductive Delusions, to help us prepare our kids. Things are not the same as they were when we were growing up, my friends. Now is not the time for our kids to be ignoring us.

            Most psychologists will agree that parents have until their child is fourteen to make the biggest impression on them.  At that point, the child begins to break away from the role of child to find his way into adulthood. Friends become more important than parents. It is normal but very sad for the mamas and can be fraught with danger for their children. The corollary of buying and using methamphetamines, loss of appetite (the draw for girls) and staying awake (the draw for high school and college students), must be counteracted with the knowledge of extreme tooth decay and severe depression (Morrison). The key to keeping your child safe is to face these conversations without embarrassment or hesitancy. 

            There are safeguards to be put into place before your child is in middle school. Setting requirements and boundaries establishes these ideas in a child’s brain and gives her a caution light when she is on her own.

            Duchess never wanted to be corrected on how she drove the car. It was clear that she was trying to assert her independence in this new venue. Therefore, before being allowed to get her driver’s license, in addition to the State’s requirements, we required that she save and submit to us a deposit of $500.00 and find a way to pay $150.00 per month to pay for her car insurance. The $500.00 was to cover the expenses of a traffic ticket (fees and defensive driving—happened once) or pay the deductible in case she had an accident. Since it took her over three months to scrape together the $500.00 in the first place, Duchess was extremely careful to leave enough space between her car and the other vehicles on the road.  After a year of driving without an accident, her insurance went down to $121.00 per month, then the following year, it dropped to 96.00. This is a real-world consequence of good behavior for teenage drivers. We did get a phone call from a friend who witnessed one lane-change transgression and called us to let us know. When Duchess got home a few minutes later, we nailed her with the information, fined her $30.00, and grounded her for the night. Astonished, she actually laughed out loud and bowed to the ground in submission to our abilities to see and know all. God will provide the power of knowledge for parents who seek and appreciate it.

            Before dating, I highly recommend that each child read a book written by Dr. Grimes. Seductive Delusions, John Hopkins University Press, is a shocking, well-written book that every teen should be required to read before becoming sexually active.  I paid each of my kids a dollar per case to read it when they turned thirteen.  No, I do not expect my kids to be sexually active in high school; I expect them to be informed. Knowledge takes time to sink into a brain, and better they know before heading into a situation than after. You can order the book from her website:

http://www.jillgrimesmd.com/seductivedelusions.html

            What is coming down the road for our kids? We cannot foresee everything, but as their only parents, it is our obligation to provide as much fact-based information to them as we are capable of giving. These are only two examples of thinking ahead for our kids. The first step, getting them to listen early, makes the more difficult conversations infinitely easier and may be the road to them saving their own lives day after day.

Grimes, Jill. Seductive Delusions.  Baltimore. John Hopkins University Press, 2008. book. http://www.jillgrimesmd.com/seductivedelusions.html

Morrison, William. “Meth Addiction.” Web. myaddiction.com. 19 Aug 2012. http://www.myaddiction.com/methamphetamine.html