What’s it like preparing your house for market in what is officially the snowiest winter in Indiana history? It’s not so much fun, but it’s not the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Our Realtor is a Rock Star, and she’s made so much of this process stress free. How about house shopping 1 hour from home in between weekly snowstorms? Yeah, that’s not great, but it’s not the hard part. What about the school auction I’m organizing? How’s that going? Um…you know…it’s got it’s glitches. Some are even showstopping, but not all events are guaranteed to be a smooth ride. I’m no rookie to event planning. That’s not the hard part. What about the Auction, and the house pictures, and going on the market, all coming together in the same week, and the sump pump failing? After 9 years of living with the world’s greatest basement, the motor died…how was that? That wasn’t good. Cold and wet, and fixing it in a snowstorm with Greg moving things around in the wet and cold with a nasty head cold…that wasn’t a party. Luckily the failure was more of an inconvenience than actual damage. So that wasn’t the hard part. The fans are so loud, and that’s maddening. That’s a little bit hard. Thank God in the midst of this madness, I turned 42. I needed the bourbon. And champagne. And Pinot Grigio…
But no, the hard parts are actually occurring outside of my own home. My 2 best friends to whom I speak almost every single day, have very sick Mommas. I got the news last week that a woman I have respected for over 20 years is going to need a flat out miracle, and very soon. We were not expecting this news, and this has been the hard part. Suddenly, whether or not the house hits the market, or the pictures get taken, or if the basement ever gets put back together, or if this Auction finds its wings, or we find the right house to buy, or if this damn winter ever ends…none of these things seem to be hitting my radar. Wednesday is a good day to pray for Amie’s Momma, if you have a moment. I will be deep in prayer at Amie’s side in the surgical waiting room, making my list of much-needed miracles longer than it was one short week ago. It was already far too long for 2014, but I’m just following God’s lead here.
I find feeding a family can be difficult when the Momma is not-quite-herself, so here is a go-to recipe, if you are in a similar boat:
Momma Is Drained Tacos
Beans, any beans. I like Black, but Cannellini are fun, and so are Pinto.
New Orleans seasoning
Monterey Jack Cheese
Warm up the beans with seasoning and salt and pepper. Assemble tacos. Protein, tomatoes, and few greens. It’s fast and easy, and everyone will eat them.