I'm late (or early, depending on how you look at it) with the recipe! Time is just flying away from me. There aren't enough hours in the day for me to get done the things that I want to get done, the things that I need to get done, and the things that have to get done.
By the time everyone is up, fed, dressed, and out the door, I turn my attention to things in the house that have been calling me. Would you believe I've been letting dishes fester in the sink?! So unlike me. The trash cans are overflowing, there's laundry to be done, groceries to be purchased, presents to be wrapped. What, you ask, has me so neglectful? It's not Pinterest (this time). I'm not catching up on Scandal on DVR. I'm not scrapbooking, either.
I'm reveling in my new freedom! No more boot, snitches!! Woop! Woop!
And I've been playing with my new photography backdrop. I decided to upgrade to a paper backdrop for a more seamless, professional look. The bed sheet over my backdrop stand was economical, but it really just photographed poorly. The paper backdrop is ah-may-zing! You can't even tell that's my living room, can you?
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The other day, I was on my way to a shoot and realized, I've been doing this for over a year now. I'm not an amateur photographer. I have people seek me out and pay me to take their photographs. I am donating my services to a silent auction. I've built a sizable portfolio. My skills are constantly developing (no pun intended). I've got great equipment. I've got repeat clients. I can say with confidence and pride, "I am a photographer," when asked what I do.
I had a bittersweet moment at the hubs' office party when I was able to correct someone who assumed I stayed home taking care of the children. A couple of years ago, someone I had just met asked me if I was a lawyer like the hubs, and when I said, "No, I'm at home with our children," this person literally said, "Oh," and turned their back to me to strike up a conversation with someone else.
But, as I was saying. . .
As I've discussed before, taking care of kids is no easy feat, whether you're working from home, at home, outside of the home or any derivation where the home is concerned. I loathe the whole "mommy wars" phenomena that has been created, continually stirred up and perpetuated by the media. Parenting is hard, no matter who is doing it. Period. For someone to dismiss me because that's how I choose to spend my wake-filled hours is hurtful and disrespectful. While I did take a small measure of pride identifying my occupation as a photographer, I felt like I had to put that first, and relegate my work as a parent in order to hold the attention of the other person. I just had the weirdest thought: It's like the end of Dirty Dancing and instead of Johnny telling Dr. Houseman that no one puts baby in a corner, it's me telling that yahoo that no one puts motherhood in a corner. Too much? Yeah, it sounded better in my head, too.
No one puts as much pressure on myself as I do, so I know that my choice was my own. Still, the fact that I go through such mental gymnastics speaks to the state of affairs in which we find ourselves.
I just read an article on Huffington Post by Amy Morrison entitled, "Why You Are Never Failing As a Mother," and it was so timely. Earlier in the day, I was failing. I had been overseeing a playdate between Mo, Co and a friend, trying to get them to slow down as they decorated cookies, put the sprinkles ON the cookies instead of IN their mouths, defrost some dinner, run a load of laundry, answer some emails, and deal with the massive poop Vivi gifted me with nary a wipe in sight. Fast forward to the end of the night, when everyone was tucked in. I finally got around to reading the article and it felt like Morrison was giving me a "hang in there" high five.
She writes, ". . . but I'm just saying that we are part of a generation that considers parenting to be a skill. Like a true skill that needs to be mastered and perfected and if we don't get it right, we think our kids suffer for it -- and that's hard sh*t to keep up with. That's not to say other generations didn't have it tough or think parenting was important, but there just wasn't the same level of scrutiny that could be liked, tweeted or instagramed all at once.
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Sauteed Asparagus with Garlic and Cherry Tomatoes
1 bunch asparagus, ends snapped or spears sliced into coins
1 pint cherry tomatoes, halved
3 tbs minced garlic
2 tbs olive oil
Salt and pepper to taste
Heat the olive oil over medium heat in a saucepan.
Add minced garlic, stirring until it begins to turn brown.
Add asparagus, stirring occasionally and cooking until bright green and tender, about 5-7 minutes.
Add tomatoes, stirring until softened, another two minutes.
Sprinkle with salt and pepper and serve hot.