Being a woman is hard. Being a professional woman in a man's world is harder. Being a mother is the hardest of all. Never in our lives do we feel so helpless as we do when we become parents. Even if your life was a mess pre-baby, you can bet that a baby will turn that mess into a disaster. The simple necessity of caring for a completely helpless life, while trying to mend your own post-trauma (birth), is the most difficult task a human being can face. I don't mean to imply that we don't ferociously and unconditionally love our babies - quite the opposite, in fact. If we didn't love our little ones more than our own lives, motherhood would be simple...and the human race would cease to exist.
How do we do it? The answer is pretty straightforward: we don't. We have a lot (A LOT!) of help from Jesus. (I say that with the deepest sincerity, and zero sarcasm.) But -admit it, moms- we are often weaklings. If it weren't for breastfeeding, you'd be an alcoholic.
No human being can do the things you do without a little liquid courage. You have experienced pain that would make an ultimate fighter weep. You have seen things that would make a mighty general tremble. You have produced things that would cause Dr. Frankenstein himself to wet his pants. (You know what I mean...)
As a mother, you may find that you tell your husband, I'll just go downstairs to switch the laundry when, in fact, you know full well what that means... The next thing you know, you are standing over the deep freeze, sobbing and shoving cookies in your mouth, asking yourself why on earth won't your baby fall asleep when you lay him/her down "drowsy but awake." As you look down at the abomination that used to be called your "abdomen," you curse your friends for wearing makeup and pants and for washing their hair. Eff. That's probably why their babies nap so much better than yours.
You, my friend, need a drink.
And not just any drink. Oh no. You're not in college anymore, so nothing with pucker or schnapps. You have no time for that sort of frivolity. You need something stiff. Something that will put hair on your chest. Something that a coal miner or a homeless lumberjack would drink. Get real. You may only be in your late twenties or early thirties, but you are weathered.
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| You, before children: Marriage! Babies! Family! HOORAY!!! |
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| You, after children: Maaaarriage...Baaaabies...Faaaam-- BRAINS!!!! |
So why don't you drink? Because you don't want your babies to turn out like this:
You might have no idea what happened to you, but here's a little something to make for that family of yours. Bonus: No brains involved.
Enchilada Casserole
Serves 6-8
Ingredients:
- Whatever chopped veggies you like (I used zucchini, onion, golden potatoes, tomato, banana pepper and probably some other stuff that I have since forgotten. It really doesn't matter, but something starchy -like a potato, sweet potato, rice or pasta- will help make it hearty.)
- Meat of choice (Optional - I went vegetarian.)
- Herbs/spices of choice (I used large portions of coarsely chopped herbs from my farm: basil, oregano, chives.)
- This amazing enchilada sauce recipe I found on Pinterest.
- Cheese of choice (I did half dairy cheddar, half almond cheese cheddar.)
- Salt and pepper, to taste
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| Veggies, herbs/spices in prepared cake pan |
Directions:
- Place chopped veggies, herbs (and optional meat) in a prepared cake pan.
- Make enchilada sauce according to the recipe above, or use your own recipe/pre-made sauce.
- Top with cheese of choice.
- Bake in oven at about 350 (depending on your oven) until veggies are tender and cheese is bubbly. (Start with 25-30 minutes, maybe?)
- Stuff your face and get back to that adorable baby of yours.
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| Finished casserole: Half dairy cheese, half almond cheese |
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