|This is not my oven. I did not, in the middle of a slight emergency, take the time to find my camera and take a picture. This is a picture from the internet I'm using for illustrative purposes because, according to blogging experts, blog posts should come with at least one picture. |
One seemingly calm evening in early fall, I baked something, which happens every full moon during leap years. I bake in the oven that came with the house and hasn’t been cleaned since we moved into said house. There are bits of charcoal that have gathered on the bottom of the oven which I think lend the foods a nice, smoky flavor, appreciated when baking pizzas but not so much when baking, say, banana bread.
I was baking macaroni and cheese when the fire alarm went off. I opened the oven to find that my charcoal collection had caught on fire, which was an inevitable development, I suppose, but I panicked nonetheless. Here is Caleb’s account of what happened:
“Yeah, my mom screamed really loud and then threw water on it and the next day she went out and bought a fire extinguisher.”
This account was relayed to my babysitter, who had to contend with her own charcoal fire when making frozen pizzas for the kids last week.
“Why didn’t she just clean the oven?” the babysitter asked.
Why didn’t she, indeed. (Fires in the kitchen are actually a somewhat common occurrence in the Jennings’ household.)
This event is indicative of the level of chaos my kids have come to expect in our household.
All this to say that my new year’s resolution is to get my sh@# together. Because setting your house on fire is not being a good parent.
I’m on a new cocktail of meds that will supposedly help to keep me out of the mental ward (ha ha!), but they make me dizzy and forgetful. So, the next month will be about playing around with dosages, etc. Sometimes the cure is worse than the malady, but I guess I’d rather be forgetful than, you know, an inert weirdo.
(Which sounds better?)
Babysitter: So why didn’t your mom just clean the oven?
Caleb: Because she’s an inert weirdo, of course.
Babysitter: So why didn't your mom just clean the oven?
Caleb: She just forgot. No biggie. Everyone's okay.
(I thought so.)
New year’s resolutions:
• Don’t obsess over little things
• Hug my kids every day
• Respond with kindness, not impatience and anger
• Let go of those things I have no control over
• Take hold of the things I do have control over
• Be the more loving one
The More Loving One by WH Auden
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.