Stress and a Vegan Picnic
Guys. It’s totally summer.
I, in direct relation to the above statement of fact, am losing my marbles.
How do you blogmothercleanexcersizesleepcarpool and such when there’s, like, all your children all around all the time? I mean, who’s plan was this? Why can’t the world stop, and therein the tweenagers freeze for a moment, allowing me to just look into the eyes of my little people, sunbathe on the deck, sing along with TSwift, pick them up and cradle them as I did too many short years ago?
Rather than cooking dinner tonight, I took my kids to a baseball game. The Sky Sox, our local farm team, were winning at one point, then losing at another. We didn’t care. We were too busy eating french fries and snowcones, laughing at Andrew’s desire for a bug-repellent button to wear in hopes of keeping beetles away. I mean, beetles?! LMAO!
I’ll tell you what we had for our Veganish Tailgating Picnic, instead of showing you a picture. Words are powerful. Get on board with it.
Pillsbury Simply French Bread. Sabra Tuscan Herb Hummus. Fresh cherries. Pellegrino. (That was for the mama)
Havarti cheese slices. S’mores stuff packed in individual baggies. Yogurt. Fruit Snacks. (That was for the people who sometimes complain about the vegan mama fare. It happens.)
We laid out a blanket on the worn grass near the ballpark, popped open the tailgate, turned the ChaCha Slide on reaaaal loud, and danced while stuffing our faces with pulled pieces of bread and lengthy sips of Pellegrino.
All the while, me forgetting the bushel of freelance assignments and blog recipes I promised you.
Aw, heck. It’s summer.
ChaCha slide and a hot bath, anyone?