The reality of my bedroom food.
OK Bedroom Food Confession #2. (If you missed #1 – where it came from go here).
In BFC #1 I shared what that was- what I didn’t share is that I learned that from an aunt that shall remain nameless. But in reality- I haven’t hosted a BBQ/Picnic in months upon months. And I have already shared my opinion… that bedroom food saves lives.
Confession– BBQ/Picnic or not -I still have bedroom food. In a house full of boys, this may or may not be a tampon box filled with goodies under my bed.
So not even in 12 hours into posting again and I have a confession. But first…. what in the heck is bedroom food. So imagine yourself hosting a picnic/BBQ. Go ahead close your eyes…. scratch that – keep reading. Any who – picnic hosting…. friends and family bring dishes to pass. In comes that cousin – with the to die for brownies (insert here what ever you crave). You hug them and thank them for bringing the brownies. When they go out to the deck to say hi to everyone else – you covertly take a good stash of the brownies (OK who are we joking – you take all but 2) to the bedroom. Return to the food table and work those 2 single brownies into the table scape.
After the day is over and you have finished cleaning up – you put the kids to bed, you wish the hubs a good night and head to the bedroom – and have a brownie.Every women should have some bedroom food. Bedroom food saves lives. OK maybe that is extreme …. maybe not.
Confession – not even a day into my re-entry of the blog-o-sphere, with a plan to share
my our story/storm through my eyes over the coming weeks/months- and I am overwhelmed. Not with the story sharing- but how many “arrows” have been aimed in my direction to cause me to loose focus. Focus on God, daily digging into the word, focus on my kids needs, focus on my husbands needs, focus on this deep desire (that I can not explain to write). So many things the last 2 days. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING major – each individual “arrow” wouldn’t even have been remembered 5 minutes later, typically. OK- maybe the crazy women who purposefully put her car into reverse at a busy red light and backed into me – but the rest of it would have been easily forgotten in 5 minutes. But the onslaught of 1,000,001 arrows at once- has me off kilter.
My husband took me for a short drive for a needed cup of delicious coffee, on this cold rainy evening. When we pulled back into our driveway – I could have sat in the car for hours to hide. Maybe it is the super-moon, maybe it is coincidence, maybe it’s the enemy, maybe it’s PMS, maybe I needed a cookie with that coffee? So who has the bedroom food… I’ll be there in 5 minutes. My husband is on a diet and we have nothing.
For. The. Love. Y’all…. I am back. Helllllooooo for those who are still with me. WELCOME to those who are new.
2017: I had started a blog a few years ago to share stories of wife-hood, motherhood, and school administrator-hood. As a number based person, I surprising loved to write and share. During this process – I had this deep yearning to spend more time on my blog. I prayed about it, I prayed about a job opportunity that would give me the time to devote to it. I started a new site, planned my exit from the over-worked hours of a school administrator and had lots of new content drafted and planned.
2018: The life as I knew it changed. “The storm” hit. I “went off grid.” (more on this to come)
January 2019– I jumped. Fast and furious, I jumped on the band wagon- one word.
Today – In the past two months, I have been working on what this means (more on that in future posts) – but what I can tell you – what I realize now is all that prep in 2017 of the blog and job change, the unexplainable growth in my faith walk, and the grace through the storm of 2018, God was using that day to prepare me for this day. In the coming weeks and quite realistically months- I will have the courage to bring my perspective of, what I refer to as “the storm.”
Full disclosure, I have NO idea who I am writing this for- but it has been placed on my heart, for someone. I have, literally, lost sleep about ignoring this. I hope that you are willing to come along for the ride and share with anyone you feel moved to share with.