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I am 41 years old, and I am a WAHM with two teenagers, a grade-schooler, and a toddler. I juggle cooking, writing, PTA, diapers and design on a daily basis. I work for a pittance and I never get a day off. Crazy? Yes! Rewarding? Absolutely! Challenging? All the time. Would I trade it for anything in the world? No thanks...
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What Mompreneur Really Means

According to Wisegeek, http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-a-mompreneur.htm , mompreneur is a newly coined term for women who establish businesses at home while also acting as the full time parent of their children. The mompreneur movement is one steadily growing in the US as mothers try to find ways to make money, express their creativity or business acumen, and also to parent their children.
This is my secretary, sporting the latest fashion... Panty Hats.
Ok, so cut the crap... What mompreneur really means is that you get up at the butt-crack of dawn, wake up disgruntled, sleep deprived children, and hopefully get them off to school with their teeth brushed and hair combed, wearing clean clothes. You have your toddler hanging off your boob while you try to type an article, all the while avoiding flailing feet that are trying to drum on your keyboard. When home, your teenager comes in the office (which happens to be a corner of the laundy room) every five minutes because you just have to see this Slipknot video on YouTube. You check your email. You discover your article has been rejected because you used the word boob in an article about breastfeeding. You see another article has been approved, and rejoice at the $1.99 that has been deposited into your PayPal account! WooHoo, get that breastfeeding one approved and you may have enough money for a frappachino from Starbuck's. You express your creativity by venting about your family on your blog, and practice your business acumen by trying to keep your grocery budget down to under $500 a month for a family of five, including diapers! You parent your children by turning on Yo Gabba Gabba for the toddler, and keeping a 4-pack of Monsters in the fridge to help the teenager stay awake and get his homework done. Your true business hours are between Top Chef and 3 am in the morning, which is when you have the least amount of distractions. Crazy? Yes! Rewarding? Absoulutely! Challenging? All the time. Would I trade it for anything in the world? No thanks... I have worked for someone else since I was 14 years old, and I love being my own boss, being able to do PTA (yea, they actually let me do that.. who knew?), be home when the kids are home from school, and listen to whatever music I want while I work!

Supermom Sunday - Hot Buttered Rum

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Technically, Supermom Sunday did not involve Rum of any sort.  What was a major component was Trader Vic's Hot Buttered Rum Batter.  Since our cupboards have become extremely bare the past week, due to overall illness and mom not feeling up to our regular marathon shopping, I had to get creative for breakfast yesterday.  Also, as my son was quick to point out, last Sunday was an epic fail on my part.  I didn't cook (I was sick, I did have an excuse), and even worse than that, I had forgotten to pay the satellite and they had NO TELEVISION ALL WEEKEND. 

I decided on apple cinnamon pancakes and a warm nectarine topping.  I took a bag of nectarines that were beginning to look... ugly... and peeled and diced them.  I threw them in a skillet with some melted butter, and a nice scoop of the Hot Buttered Rum Batter.  While the nectarines cooked down and caramelized with the brown sugar, I mixed up a batch of pancakes with a box of Jiffy Apple Cinnamon muffin mix, some leftover Bisquick, and some leftover Apple Bran Muffin Mix.  The nectarine topping had just the right amount of sweetness and spice to it that no maple syrup was required.  Needless to say, breakfast was gobbled up in a minute, and Troll Baby was a very happy camper.

I spent my afternoon in the office, working in the relative quite away from football.  Pretty soon, I heard Bill in the kitchen.  Before long, things started smelling really good.  He was making his own improvised version of Paella, and let me tell you, it set my stomach to growling.  By the time the rice was done, and the kids were all home to eat, I was more than ready to chow down.  It is always a nice treat to end the day having someone else do the cooking.
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2 comments:

Yaya' s Home said...

Whew! I'm tired from just reading this post. I commend you on your ability to hang on by your teeth and still flutter. And I know you love every minute of it.

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Anonymous said...

河水永遠是相同的,可是每一剎那又都是新的。

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