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Rapid recharge

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Friday is usually my longest day of the week. I teach from 8:30 in the morning until 5:30. Though this is shorter than the number of “work  hours” I put in on any other day of the week, the busyness of the day and the number of social interactions take their toll on me.  Even with a couple of breaks during the day,  I’m drained both mentally and physically by the time I pull into the driveway.

When I am that  “peopled-out”, I want nothing more than to withdraw to my room, crawling into my bed with a book or mindless TV.  Thankfully, after his long week at work, my husband is willing to wind down and spend some quality bad-movie time with our 18 year-old daughter. While my husband or I pull leftovers out for dinner, “A” cruises the Netflix listings with a gleam in her eye, searching for 2 or 3 options to present.  As much as Friday nights have become my night to cocoon, they have become their time to  share low quality spoof movies, each movie seemingly worse than the one before; each one bonding the two of them with laughter and writing memories into their hearts. Sometimes, I’ll stay and watch with them, but more often I listen to their voices mixed with laughter and the noise of the movie slip under my door, and I smile as I sink deeper into the covers and my let my heart fill with gratitude.

Today, I am grateful for my husband and daughter and their understanding when I cocoon myself away to mentally purge the chaos of the day. But, even more so, I am grateful for their laughter that drifts up the stairs, reminding me of their special bond and rapidly recharging my weary spirit.

 

Blame it on the teen.

Today is the chili cook-off at church. The church we just started attending 2 months ago. The church that we finally found after years of  “shopping and trying on so many others.” The church where everyone has been so welcoming, where my teens are making friends, and so am I.

The church we may just be saying good-bye to after today.

I love, love, love chili. Thick, hearty, extra-spicy, vegetarian chili. I’ve been told I make a decent batch, too. Even my little carnivores don’t miss the meat I omit. So, last month, when the church announced there would be a chili cook-off today, both girls immediately began encouraging me to “do that!”  They didn’t have to push hard. They know the buttons to push because I’m also a competitive person. We all joked about their mama “taking down” the other chili cooks.

Yesterday, I added “chili ingredients” to the list before I headed out to shop for the upcoming holiday. Two different stores, and three hours later, I returned home. Already tired from my excursion, I vacillated on the chili. I finished putting away the groceries and poured myself a cup of coffee. Complete with Caramel Macchiato creamer, whipped cream and sprinkles. My treat for a shopping trip well done.  I sat. I checked email, Facebook, the headline news, and, of course, this blog. I licked at the tower of whipped cream. I sipped the creamy coffee. I procrastinated. I sunk deeper into my chair and began to let go of the chili cook-off competition.

“Girls, I don’t think I’m going to do the chili cook-off. I’m tired and I want to make a batch of soup for your dad,” I said as I sat, my back turned to both. One watched TV while the other played on her laptop. “Are you cool with that, or does it matter to you?” I asked casually.

Neither flinched. They were fine with it. No attachment. Both said, “OK.”  Then, with stealth accuracy, the older teen dropped the bomb.

“Of course that’s fine, Mom. I just think you could win this. But, do what you want.”

She played me like a violin, tapping into her mama’s competitive spirit. (I’m a lot of fun during family game night, too. :)) I was up, chopping onions and opening cans of beans before my coffee cup was emptied.

I sautéed. I added. I stirred. I tasted. I added more of this, and little of that. I stirred again. I tasted again. I let it simmer. Finally, I asked for input from my 17-year-old chili taster.

“Well?” I asked.

“Good,” she replied. I watched her eyes. Then, I saw it. They flew open wide, a look of shock and panic. “Oh, oh, oh!” There it was. The after-burn. Got it right.

As the burn dissipated, she smiled. “Oh, that’s good,” she said.

My husband tasted.  “Well, one sure way to win is to burn the judges’ taste buds so they can’t taste anyone else’s,” he joked.

I looked at both and teased back, “This batch may just leave them breathing fire, which may win the competition, but cost us our new found church if they worry only Satan could produce chili this hot. I’ll blame it on the teen.”

The chili really isn’t that spicy, but her expression was priceless. As I set the Crock-Pot on low and walked away, I could hear her snickering.

Two of my favorite things about being a mother have always been, and still are, sharing books and laughter with my children. What are yours?

And, we’re off to the competition…

It really isn't THAT spicy...
because if you can't see the jalapenos, they don't burn. Right?