It rained last night. Not the gentle soothe you to sleep kind of rain. But the type of rain that tosses a floodie into a panic. Streets were watched to be sure the water was draining down the sewer. The radar was checked to see if the worst of it had passed. We briefly chatted about how we really should have installed the new sump pump last week. Fingers are crossed that there is no lake under the new house this morning.
We battled over her skirt this morning. Who knew that an-almost-two-year-old could have such strong opinions about a skirt? I chose the wrong one. Her choice was much too short. How is a too short skirt even an issue already?
It snowed the other day. And although it is March, this is Chicago so it isn’t that unusual. Snow happens and the world moves on. I have always loved the snow, especially if I do not have to go anywhere. Somehow the neighborhood seems quieter and warmer as if it is insulated.
During our unsuccessful nap time yesterday, I noticed something that I had been suspecting for a while. McK is a sponge. She is sucking up every little thing I do and spitting it back out at me.
I remember as a child that I loved Daylight Savings Time. We got an extra hour of sunlight and I barely even noticed the shift of time. I’m sure my mom did. And as a parent, let me tell you, this shift is torture. My years of teaching have done nothing to prepare me.
Today started out like most. I felt the impending weight of dread since my feet hit the floor. Things have been going so well lately. The other shoe is bound to drop. We rush to get out of the house and quickly melt into tears at daycare drop off.
Yesterday, someone randomly mentioned the town where I went to college. This is weird. Jacksonville, ILLINOIS is a tiny little town in the middle of no where. It has quite possibly the world’s smallest college that NO ONE has ever heard of. Then, my BFF texted me to see if I wanted to go for a mani/pedi on Saturday. These events seem unrelated but they created the perfect storm for a wave of memories to come tumbling back into the forefront my my mind.
Today marks two years since I started this blog with the post linked HERE. I wrote that blog as a reflection of the time since my house flooded…documented HERE. I’ve been MIA for the last twelve plus months. Click HERE, HERE, HERE, HERE, and HERE if you want to see why. Life is busy. I know this. You know this. Your house floods. Your mom dies. You have a baby. Somehow, the world keeps spinning. But some things don’t change.
THREE years ago today, my home flooded. We lost everything. It was an epic Noah’s Arc type flood that destroyed our lives and set us on a path we never could have expected. Three years later, we are still at a standstill. The governmental help that was promised has yet to be executed. WHAT? How can that be? I’m still unsure. We were promised a buy out. We have been shifted list-to-list between the Village and the County. No one is in any hurry except those of us who are homeless. What can you do but wait?
Well, you can plan for the future that WILL come. Come hell or high water (pun intended), we will come out the other side. We have purchased a new home for those wondering. It needs a WHOLE LOTTA LOVE. I want to start documenting the process of renovating our new home here on this blog. When it is complete, it will be a reveal worthy of any HGTV show.
We are proud that through all of this, we have kept our heads above water with the generosity of family and friends. We are moving forward while the little Lisle house stands still. Stay tuned for pictures and updates as we move long on our new journey.
So, I haven’t done a Memory Monday in a very long time. I haven’t actually blogged in a long time. I guess being pregnant keeps you just a busy as the actual baby. What have I been doing? Nesting. Nesting at work and nesting at home. My classroom is officially set up for my maternity leave. Lessons are planned, worksheets are copied, IEPs are written. Very little left to do and if it didn’t all get done…no one would know but me. Nesting at home…eh. Laundry is done. We had two BEAUTIFUL showers hosted by our families. So many generous gifts…so much to organize.
My mom had 6 babies in 5 pregnancies. I remember a little about my brother Ds pregnancy but I remember a LOT about her pregnancy with the twins. I don’t remember her being nearly as neurotic as I am. Maybe it was because these boys were her FIFTH and SIXTH children. Maybe it was because she had pretty much everything she ever needed so prepping wasn’t necessary. Maybe I just don’t remember as well as I thought. What I do remember from then and years after, were a lot of easy to prep, budget friendly meals that could be put together with a toddler attached to you legs while you fed a couple of babies. One of our favorites..one of my sister L’s favorites…was chicken and rice. Everything gets prepped and baked in one dish making it the ultimate meal of ease. A few pantry staples and a package of chicken and you had dinner! So…tonight, in honor of my mom and the upcoming arrival of Baby Boss…I give you Chicken and Rice!
Chicken and Rice
- 1 lb chicken trimmed and cut to preference–I cut into long strips (more or less as necessary)
- 1 can cream of chicken soup (I use LF soups)
- 1 can cream of mushroom (sub with another chicken or even celery if allergies or preferences)
- 1 can white rice
- 2-3 cans water or broth
- onion soup packet
- Mix together the rice, water/broth, and soups. Top with chicken. Top that with soup packet.
- Bake tightly covered with foil for 90 minutes on 350* to 375*
- Bake last 10 minutes uncovered.
- Serve with fresh bread.