Author: Michele Minehart (Page 128 of 311)

Timing is everything

The special addition of Destiny’s Child at the Superbowl last night evoked quite the near-memory of almost-encounters. It seems that JJ and I had our own special Adjustment Bureau at work in our lives during the years prior to our first introduction. As we count up the number of times we “could’ve” met, but didn’t, I find a special sentiment toward the idea of “perfect timing.” 

If you were to make a movie of our relationship, it would probably be most interesting to have us literally crossing paths in the hallway of the second floor of Boyd Hall. I lived in the co-ed dorm my freshman year and the floor was split in half (yes, I lived with young men on my floor. I know it sounds preposterous to parents now). So it wasn’t uncommon to meet guys in our hallway, especially on the weekends when girls would have guests. Which was the case for JJ’s appearance – he dated a girl that lived across from me. 
I met Natalie and her roommate, Amber, early in the year and enjoyed them; we occasionally ordered DP Dough together. I remember coming into their room one evening and Natalie was working on a letter to her boyfriend who lived at a distance. Who knew that I might come across that same letter later in life as I sorted all of JJ’s keepsakes before moving. 
Later that year, I joined my sister and one of her best friends, Katie, at a Columbus Clippers game because Destiny’s Child was preforming afterward. We had discount tickets because Katie’s sister, Pam played for the ONU softball team and they had a block of seats. Pam’s teammate, Lindsay, joined us as well as Lindsay’s brother Bo (Beau?) and Bo’s roommate… JJ. (Sidenote: the same Lindsay also dated my cousin, Brad, but this connection was inconsequential to the particular Destiny’s Child experience). 
JJ and I found out about these non-encounters much later in life (how did Destiny’s Child and the Columbus Clippers game come up in conversation? I have no idea.) and I sat a bit in awe that the Bureau opted for my first job to actually bring JJ into the light of my existence. 
Upon review, I find the timing perfect. Had I met JJ at that point in my life – and in his – I never would’ve dated him. Our paths were so different that it simply wouldn’t make sense. I was judgmental and idealistic. He participated in extra-curricular activities which I would find distasteful. We simply had nothing that would bring us, let alone keep us, together. 
I used to tell “my kids” that the right guy at the wrong time was still the wrong guy. I still believe it. I found the right guy at the right time. What developed in each of us over the course of the following 4 years before I crossed the aisle in church and asked him to help at open gym became absolutely necessary in the functioning of our relationship. It goes to confirm the other mantra I would recite to my kids – you have to be Me before you can be We. The Me that each of us were living couldn’t come together to form the We that exists today. 

Living at extremes

Allow me to introduce you to a look at our January:

Week 1 – Mama and children catch the flu (real flu, not the stomach virus). Two of us are down for a week before feeling fully functional. 
Week 2 – Massive catch up in work/home life before I leave on Momcation
Week 3 – Return midweek from Momcation for a similar massive catch up in work/home life. Followed by a trip to Hardin county / Akron / Hardin county / home in 2 days. 
Week 4 – Mama catches a stomach bug, kids ooze snot and H boy tosses in a few of his “cookies” sporadically throughout the entire week. 
It seems like I lived the month at both ends of the extreme. I / we would be unable to move from the couch, capable of nothing more than a WOSU marathon, resting to the point of functionality, then jumping back in full swing. There would be 800 loads of laundry, an empty pantry to fill, packing to do, visits and appointments to make. 
My Momcation to Portland came seemingly at a great time as the work of catching up weighed down on me. While away, my hosts spoiled me with good food, visits to beautiful places and wonderful conversation to make me feel like a grown up again. Not to mention, I wiped no buns other than my own. I read books and stayed in my bed except to pee. 
I returned home appreciative of my life and those who made the trip possible (ahem, JJ). JJ greeted me with appreciation for my daily grind. I was ready to begin 2013 anew, give my energy to growing my “business” with a few new clients, get better at my endeavors and be a better, more present, mom, wife, friend, sister and daughter. 
And then I puked. 
So this week didn’t start great, and it continued to digress to new levels of frustration. None of the kids were at the top of their game. The sick one only wanted to cuddle. Any cuddles given meant a complete pile-up of children on my lap for extended periods of time because of course I can’t show preference and it must be doled equally. And while I know that I have “nothing better to do” than care for them, as it is my primary responsibility, I wanted to be needed a bit less. I yearned for my kids to live to the level of patience and understanding and creativity and self-sufficiency that I normally hold them to. And for naptime to be more than an hour of respite. 
So I greet February with open arms. May it bring health for the whole household (and yours!). May it bring peace in me and among my children. May it bring joy in all streams of my daily work. May it bring contentment for this place rather than simply endurance. 

Fridge Wars

When JJ and I first discussed my exit from formal employment, I took a look at our books and knew I had to get the grocery bill under control. We’d just come off a season of “laking” – which meant multiple trips to the store: one before the the trip and one after when you didn’t bring anything home. And we eat well at the lake, often feeding many, so the bills were high anyway. So I set out to build in a few routines and practices that have dramatically lowered our bills. We spend no more than $200 each week on food, often with weeks interspersed that only come to about $100. (A huge variable is buying paper products, so the switch to cloth diapers more full-time made a big BIG impact on the bills. I can’t wait until Miss M can go the night without such protection.) 

1. We stick to one store and utilize loyalty. In our case, it’s Meijer (I totally justify the big box nature in that it’s a regional chain, limited to parts of Ohio, Michigan and Indiana. Maybe Kentucky, I’m not sure. But it’s not nationwide). We do mPerks, which is sort of online couponing, but I’m no coupon-er. I just clip what I know we need or will need in the near (next month) future. By doing this, we get a reward every few months that drops 20% off the total bill on a visit. We also get gas perks through mPerks, which saves $0.10/gal. I should disclose that the Meijer is practically next to my house, so filling up and going to the store is convenient as well. Tears of pity for those who don’t live in such luxury. I’ve been there. 
2. I menu plan. By this, I mean I come up with 3-4 dinners and 2 lunches each week that I’ll prepare. I always try to cook for leftovers and give myself flexibility with when each meal is made – if I don’t feel like fajitas on Monday, they show up Wednesday. No need to call in the law. 
3. When I menu plan, I use flyers. Since I’m not going to 8 different stores, I browse the Mejier weekly to see what’s on sale. Usually I allow the staples to direct my planning. If peppers are on sale, fajitas show up. If pork is discounted, we get BBQ. It also helps to add variety and challenges me to be creative. How can I use a split chicken breast? To the Pint, we go. 
4. I try not to buy anything without knowing its intended use. I broke this rule this week when I bought 2 heads of broccoli. I have no idea what I’ll make with broccoli this week. But I felt like our cart was light on veggies, so I bought it (and one head is never enough). JJ did something similar with a head of cabbage last week when he had store duty, probably because he’s in love with this fried cabbage with carmalized onions and bacon we’ve done a few times. But now, I’ve got to concoct a broccoli cabbage stew. Sounds delightful, no? 
5. I don’t keep a full fridge. Even though there are 5 very active eaters in this house, we simply don’t eat a fridge full of food every week. The amount of waste is disturbing. Instead, I like to see empty shelves. Some people might not like the limiting feel to this, but I find I rise to the challenge. It gives direction where I normally fall to routine. When we need dinner on a given Friday and all I have is ground beef and 2 heads of broccoli, I head to the Pint. Ah, chinese-inspired Beef Broccoli? Sure! We’ve done this long enough – and have tried to keep a good enough variety of flavor – that most staples are in our pantry, even seseme oil and fish sauce. So this approach rarely scares me. And if I don’t have an ingredient? I do without or google a viable substitute. We live – nearly every time. 
6. I force my kids to actually eat meals. I know, I know. Mean mom. But I refuse to prepare good food and let them toss it in the trash so they can beg for raisins 2 hours later. I’ve very careful not to make foods they strongly dislike (in fact, I’ve got a good bunch of eaters and I can’t name anything that any of them hate. Well, H Boy dislikes mushrooms. And C refused the cantelope the other day. Neither of those make me do somersaults, so my feelings weren’t hurt). If there’s an ingredient they don’t enjoy, they’re allowed to pick around. And they don’t have to “clean plate” – just eat enough that they’re satiated. If they opt not to ingest, it waits on the kitchen table (or in the fridge if I’m on top of my game) until after their nap and it becomes their snack. I ask and try to make their favorites while offering a good rotation of variety. 
This comes across quite harsh, and maybe it is. I hope I don’t give my kids food complexes about having to lick their plates clean, but the fact of the matter is: food is too expensive for us to waste. And I feel that choice and pickiness is a 1st world luxury, not a right. So I just choose not to feed into that. If they opt not to eat a meal, and forgo snack, that’s fine. They’ll still get the next meal. They know that they’re choosing between dinner or hunger, but they never go hungry for long. They’re all a nice healthy weight. (Watch, God will give me one with “issues” this next round and my theories will go to the wayside….) 
 7. We spend our money on whole foods, not fillers. We do spend a lot of money on our staples: meat, fresh & frozen veggies, fruit, oatmeal, eggs (oh! the eggs… so many)… but we buy very few packaged goods. We keep stock of raisins, nuts, trailmix, JJ’s crackers (it’s a compromise), peanut butter, tortilla chips (Xochil, the best chips EVER) and some sort of fall back, be it gluten free pretzels, a chex cereal, or some other carby-like substance. But we ration that last category like crazy. So the money we could have spent on boxes of cereal (and that stuff is expensive!) and snacks in a box goes toward our staples. It balances out. We drink mostly water – kids get OJ on the weekend when we eat breakfast as a family – and a glass of komboucha tea each day. Well, yes, we also have some adult beverages available as well, though we try to ration that as it’s more expensive than cereal. 
8. Only one trip to the store each week. Period. Running to the store for a block of cream cheese will cost us $50 and it’s nothing else we can’t live without until the next trip. It’s the end-cap and incremental purchasing that will do us all in. By implementing the one-trip rule, it mandates that we get creative. No cream cheese? Sub sour cream (I promise, it works). Or mayo. Or ranch. Surely something works. Or go with a recipe that you have all the necessary ingredients. We keep far too much food in our house to really be “out” – I found that more often, I wasn’t out of food, I was out of ideas. Just admitting it was really the hardest part. 
I realize that some of what I do to try to keep bills low comes only with the luxury of time at home. The home at 5:30, trying to make dinner by 6 scramble is no fun and there’s no easy way to cut out conveniences, save the slow cooker. So, no shame to survival. We wise women must pick our battles. Now that I’m home, it’s time to put that brain to use in other ways, and for us it came out in the grocery bills. 
I’d be interested to hear what ways others have trimmed their bills…. 
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