Well, I am writing this at 4:30 on the morning of my birthday.
My son, who has had a high temperature off and on for the past 3 days is snoring beside me.
On my knees is my three year old, I am holding onto for dear life so that she doesn’t fall off the bed (she is a squirmer).
Lying on my pillow, is our kitten, who is purring so loud that it sounds like a motor boat has landed my overtired head. Then there is my husband, blissfully snoring with his side of our
bed enviably empty with the exception of his body. In the kitchen is the faint and obnoxious sound of my husband’s phone alarm he sets every ten minutes
for an hour and a half until he finally wakes up at 6:00.
I never knew that sleeping could be so tiring. I naively thought that with the little ones I could go to sleep earlier in the evening to compensate for my nighttime
festivities with them. That never materialized due to the busy schedules of my older children. My 21 year old is at school so I worry about her continually from a distance. My 17 year old, our social butterfly, is in every activity known to man and often
does not come home until well after midnight. Of course, being a mom, I cannot sleep until I hear her walk in. That leaves me about 3 and ½ hours between the time the last one goes to bed and the first one gets up. The stress of knowing that I only have
3 ½ hours keeps me from falling asleep, cutting my actual sleep time in half.
My two cherubs are now completely up. Demetri, my 5 year old is telling me that daddy bought me a cake. It is a surprise for me. It is chocolate with pink flowers.
It is small because Daddy said a big cake would be a waste and he would have to throw it in the trash. Christina our three year old explained that she bought me a candle but I am not supposed to know because it is a surprise. Daddy is snoring blissfully
from the other side of the bed and I will act surprised when I eat my cake and open my candles so as not to ruin his sweet gesture.
What I’d really like for my birthday, more than anything else is a nap. It does not have to be a long one- one silent hour would be amazing. To be fair, my hubby
gives me some nap time on the weekend which I thoroughly appreciate. It is just in those wee hours of the night, when there is a cacophony of squeaks and snores from all areas of my bed that I dream of a night of uninterrupted sleep. One day I will have
those nights of blissful , beautiful sleep and a deep longing to have these nights back. As I look at my sweet family, sleep can wait for a bit longer.
In honor of my children and the soon to be leftovers from our holiday festivities, I am going to share with you a traditional English recipe called Bubbles and
Squeak. The beauty of this is that you use whatever leftovers you have in the fridge. This is what you will need:
1 tablespoon butter
¼ cup chopped onions coarsely chopped
1 cup leftover vegetables
½ cup chopped leftover meat
1 ½ cups leftover mashed potatoes
Salt and pepper to taste
Leftover gravy if you have it.
In a hot skillet, melt the butter. Fry your onions until they are golden brown. Add the vegetables and meat until they are warm and cooked through. Add the mashed
potatoes and cover the bottom of the pan evenly. Cook until golden on one side then flip over and cook until the other side is crisp and golden. Take out of pan and cut into slices. It tastes great with a nice salad for a day after Thanksgiving meal. I
sometimes substitute leftover stuffing for the mashed potatoes- YUMMY!