Baking Cookies

Finding something to occupy my time is a daily challenge.  There are things I have to do, things I've been meaning to do, things I want to do, and things I don't.  I enjoyed a combination of them today.

First thing this morning, I was supposed to babysit my nephew.  I had a rough night last night, staying up too late reading on my Kindle, though even that did not lull me to sleep.  I took a muscle relaxer, but oddly it seemed my muscle pain and spasms increased.  Eventually, some music to relax me and I fell asleep.  Not early enough, though as When 10:30 came around (and so did my sister-in-law and nephew) I was still out.

I woke up quickly, though, with his bright, smiling face!  That kid always makes my day!  But while I was watching him, I remembered the jar of cookie mix from the baby shower for him.  I'd been meaning for ages to make them.  I wanted to do it on a day when hubby would be home to enjoy them fresh from the oven, but it seemed that I was often in too much pain or too fatigued to do so.  Somehow revitalized by my visit with my nephew, I felt the urge to bake cookies.  Once his dad had picked him up, I proceeded to get everything together to start baking.

I learned a few things from this.  First is, don't let a mason jar of cookie ingredients sit for over a year.  I think I doubled my work having the sugar, brown sugar, and flour so compacted and hard to break up.  I did, of course, but just mixing the dry ingredients was enough to start the back pain.

Second, I need to get REAL mixing bowls!  I was recently blessed to receive a hand mixer (thank you, Doreen!) but it was far too messy using it in that little pyrex bowl I use for my biggest mixing projects.  It usually works well for mashed potatoes, but even being my biggest bowl, it was too small for these cookies.

Lastly, I think next time I'll be splitting up the job to save my back.  Once I get proper mixing bowls, I think I'll start by mixing the dry ingredients, rest a bit, add the wet while the oven preheats and throw them in.  I underestimated how much work such a simple thing would be.  Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it, and the cookies are good!

I just have to plan better next time.

And get real mixing bowls.  Gentle Hugs!

Settling in

It probably seems silly, but a year and a half into marriage and I still feel like I'm settling in.  Oh yeah! You don't know that bit yet!

October 27, 2012, I married the most remarkable man I ever met.  If you're single, and disabled, you probably believe, like I did, you will never meet someone even willing to tackle the challenges that come with being in a relationship with someone in chronic pain.  I knew Fibro is incurable and that I would struggle with it my whole life.  I even believed that to date someone would be selfish.  I felt that it would essentially be asking someone else to take care of me and bear the burden of this illness.  How I could do that to someone I love, I couldn't imagine.

Until I met Will.  Oh, he was everything to me!  We'd been friends for years, online, but when we started dating, he constantly surprised me.  From the ways he showed he cared to the times he actually had to care for me, he never abandoned me.   Even during the time we "broke up" (a mere few months, but long enough for both of us to grasp what God wanted of us in our relationship), he was always there for me.  The day I married him was the happiest of my life.  Years of a long-distance relationship takes its toll, and finally I could say I would never have to go home and leave him again.  He is my home now.

Though we've been married for a year and a half, I still feel like I'm getting used to it.  Some mornings I wake up and forget my new life, imagining I'll wake up back in my old house alone. Adjusting to being a wife has been interesting, to say the least.  I cannot work a normal job, not even part time, so I care for the house the best I can.  Some days are worse than others, and hubby can attest to the fact that our house is no prize winner.  We have weeds, dirty dishes, and unswept floors, probably like most families.  The last two really grate on him, though so I try to make sure to at least do those.

Much has changed in my life.  I care for a house, babysit my nephew (he's almost walking so he'll be real trouble soon!), and I'm trying my best to manage an Ebay business.  Cleaning and cooking are troublesome so I'm always looking for ways to make them easier.  An ebay business I can run from bed (at least I can with as small as it is now).  Babysitting is tiring, but a blessing and not an every day occurrence.  It's the cooking and cleaning that really get to me.  I often have the desire to clean, but not the energy.  So I'm always looking for ways to make it easier on me.

I have bookmark after bookmark saved, and I plan to tackle each one.  Recipes I've saved, I plan to try out and see how they work.  Tips for easier cleaning will hopefully have my house looking better.  As I try them, I plan to use this to document.  My original purpose behind Fibrohacker was to document ways to make living with this hellish illness easier.  I've often said that the world won't adjust to make things easier on me, so I have to do it.  I'm not afraid to use handicapped parking, scooters, or bring my own chairs.  Not afraid to build a computer set up I can use at my recliner (sadly, while brilliant, has fallen into disuse due to a bulged disc in my back.  Even sitting in my recliner for too long is painful these days).

So, as I go through my recipes and tips, I'll keep a log here.  Some friends and I are working on a Fibro Cookbook too.  I've no doubt some of my experiences will end up in there as well.  I want to try out freezer cooking, preparing multiple meals in advance for simple cooking later, slow-cooker recipes, marinade recipes.......the list goes on and on.  Time will tell if I follow through as well as I would like.  I tend to have great ideas and take forever to implement them.  But, settling into my new life hasn't killed me yet. Blogging about it should be relatively easy!