Don't open the box....

Well, today marks the 18th day that I have been without child. Finn went to Regina, Saskatchewan to stay with my parents for 3 weeks and then on to her father's parents for another week. She flew by herself for the first time. I thought she would have second thoughts and burst into tears at the airport. No, not Finn - that was me. I watched and waited for when her plane would land in Regina, allowed an appropriate amount of time for the gathering of the baggage and driving home (it only takes 15 minutes to get anywhere there) and some time for familial civilities. I managed to call the moment she walked in the door. I wanted to hear everything about her first flight. Was it fun? Were you scared? Did the flight attendants treat you well? "It was fine...I didn't get to meet the pilot and all I got was a Coke. I gotta go." She hung up.

Okay, okay she was excited to be in a new place and distracted. So I called back an hour later. She couldn't come to the phone because Grandpa has Tivo and she was busy stopping and rewinding The Fairly Oddparents. Well, fair enough. I'd have taken a message too. Finally, I managed to speak to her at length. But only because she wanted a puppy. "Grandma and Grandpa are getting a puppy! Why can't I have one, too?" " I hate that we live in an apartment! Grandma says we should all move out here and you could afford a big house and then maybe somebody will buy me a dog!" My mother, ladies and gentleman...

So that wasn't a great conversation either. The next day she phoned me several times ...but only to ask how to start her own blog. I had to talk her through it over the phone and she is just like me - a miserable student. She broke into tears at one point because she couldn't log in. Turns out she was making up different passwords willy-nilly. I cannot tell you how complicated it is to explain online security to an eight-year-old, nevermind trying to console her over the fact that someone's already claimed the blog name "Blue Goth". Finally, we made it through it. I present to you Finn's blog, Poppyrock - created with zero physical adult assistance.

Now, where was I going with this. Right. Finn hasn't really missed me and although it stings a bit a friend of mine said something to reassure me. She reassured me that Finn must feel awfully loved and secure to be so comfortable out on her own. Now, that's a concept I can get behind.

I've been very busy since she's been gone and I won't tell you I haven't enjoyed my freedom. In fact, not a couple of hours ago I was marveling at how well I was handling the separation. And then I opened a box...

A friend of mine is pregnant andI offered to lend her some of Finn's baby clothes. (Yes, LEND. I am still holding onto the dream that I may procreate again some day.) So, I went into Finn's room and dug through her closet and pulled out a big box marked "Finn's Outgrowns". I wrote it before I went back to school - don't judge me!

Annnyway, the moment I opened the box the room filled with the smell of baby. And not just any baby - my baby. I pulled out the cherry print sundress she wore the first day we took her to the beach and sniffed it like a panty raider. Next came the batik dress her dad made for her in his first year of art college. And, God help me, I found the fluffy white snowsuit she used to wear that made her look like a star-shaped baby seal.

It was this snowsuit that did me in. I lost it. I wept and carried on uncontrollably until I started to worry a bit for my sanity. But just seeing that smallish clothing packed away in a box was unbearably hurtful. I wanted very badly to take all the sweet little things out, fold them neatly and put them away in her drawers. But, in some circles that is considered a "break with reality" and so I wiped at my snot and tears so as not to soil anything, resealed the box and shoved it back into the closet like a scary Ouija board.

The chubby little baby who used tear at her dresses and spit up on anything white is now a bazillion miles away writing blogs and macking out on TiVo. How in the hell did that happen? I realized I'd been kidding myself. I miss her terribly.

I don't want her to be a brave and self-sufficient little person. I want her to be terrified to leave her mother's side! Well, not forever... I'm not a lunatic. But, I want her home. I want to hear her complaining about how unfair it is that I won't buy her a Temper-pedic bed and I want to eavesdrop in on the very insane Barbies-and-creepy-bugs-from-the-garden tea parties she holds in her room. I want to let her sneak into my bed tonight and not even attempt to detangle myself from her hot-as-a-baked-potato limbs.

11 more days and a flight home to go and I'm a wreck. And, man is this a long post... I can't even bear to edit it let alone re-read it.

a recipe

Ladies, here's a really good recipe. it's quick & quite delicious. mac & cheese with a twist. (i found it in Sunset magazine). i didn't have any asparagus, so i made it without & it was still really good. Makes 4 - 6 Servings. MMMmmmm.

1 bunch asparagus
2 leeks
4.5 tablespoons butter
1.5 tsp salt
4 cups dried penne pasta
3/4 cups frozen peas (or 1 can)
2 slices sourdough bread
3 tablespoons flour
2 tsp fresh thyme leaves
3 cups milk
2 tsp grated lemon peel
1 tablespoon dijon mustard
1/2 tsp fresh ground pepper
6 oz chevre (goat cheese)
1.5 cups shredded romano cheese

preheat oven to 400 F
snap off tough ends of asparagus, cut spears into 1/2 inch pieces. cut root ends & tough green tops from leeks. cut in half lengthwise & rinse well, then slice thinly crosswise.

cook asparagus & leeks over medium heat with 1 tablespoon butter and 1/2 tsp salt until tender (about 7 mins). set aside.

cook pasta. stir in peas at the end. drain & return to pan.

meanwhile, tear bread into chunks and put into food processor with 1/2 tablespoon butter. whirl until crumbs form.

melt remaining 3 tablespoons butter in a saucepan. add flour & thyme, stir until smooth & bubbly. slowly whisk in milk and stir until boiling & thickened (this may take a short while). add lemon peel, mustard and remaining teaspoon salt. remove from heat and add goat cheese and 1 cup romano cheese.

pour sauce over drained pasta and peas. add asparagus mixture & stir well. scrape mixture into a baking dish and top with bread crumbs and remaining romano cheese.

bake until sauce is bubbling & bread crumbs are browned - about 20 minutes.

enjoy!

More like the BUSY Housewives Network

I don't know about you guys, but I've been gunned these days. And I don't like it. No sir, not one little bit.

Given that not working is not an option right now, if there were one task I could get rid of that would make me feel less crunched, it'd be worrying about what's for dinner every night. Sometimes just thinking about having to plan and shop and prepare and clean up... well, it makes me wish for a future when all our nutritional needs will be taken care of with a single daily food pellet.

So, my fellow BHNers, what's the one job you'd happily get rid of these days?