Today we brunched! We brunched like we meant it. And the exciting part of the whole brunch business was that I offered to host this brunch at 10:30 last night while holding my sweaty- so- exhausted- because- she- danced- her- pants- off (literally, right off) at- the- wedding- sleeping 3 year old. I was TIRED! When it was time to go home, my friends (who live far away and had travelled great distances to attend said wedding who I also almost never get to see) stood around debating the merits of one brunch place after another. Did I mention I was TIRED!? Because I couldn't bear one more moment of holding my 700 pound child and because the thought of standing in line for many hours to get into a loud restaurant where I would just spend all my time trying to talk my girls into coloring or participating appropriately in the conversations that they did not understand and I wouldn't actually get to visit with ALL the friends . . . for all of these reasons, plus I was TIRED! I offered to host brunch. A mere 12 hours from then. All 12 of which I planned to spend sleeping.
Let the half ass homemaking commence! Woot woot!
We had a perfectly lovely time. I did not iron napkins. Does anyone actually do that?! I didn't make the yummy sounding breakfast bars that I had googled a recipe for at 11pm. I did provide clean champagne flutes and clean coffee cups and some mostly clean cutlery. And, I visited with ALL the friends and we even had mostly delicious and respectable food.
If you're interested in the recipes for said food. Check out the recipe tab.
Also, sometimes one forgets to invite guests. And sometimes one forgets that there is no lunch bunch available at the preschool, so one's children must eat their lovingly packed lunch at home. In the presence of royalty so as to avoid tears.
I'm Molly. I'm all in for parenting. I'm all in for good food. All in for big and small outdoor adventures. And really only partly in for homemaking. I want a Martha Stewart home and meal, but the truth is, we mamas just can't do it all. Not really. This shit is tricky!
This is a collection of musings and missives about parenting like you mean it. I mean really mean it. About how you can pull off a really mostly decent meal, keep your house kinda clean, do some of your laundry, and also even remember to usually feed your pets. But mostly about how being a mama is hard and we can totally rock it, but maybe that dream of perfection has got to give a little.