The depression that's not really a depression. Part 1

Hello again. I realize my sporadic posts are...sporadic. I've been in somewhat of a funky depression lately. Except it's not full blown depression with doctors and medication, not that there's anything wrong with that. It's more...blah. And I can't seem to get out of it which is beyond redonkulous because seriously, my life is pretty darn good right now. I have a great husband and a funny daughter and I'm done with school so no more papers or studying until 3am. My mom and I are finally getting along and I'm doing all kinds of fun stuff with my kid.

And yet this is somewhat part of the problem? I think? I'm so glad to be done with school that I have no desire to do anything around the house. Dishes, laundry, picking up, sweeping...nope. Not going to happen. Except I hate a dirty house like wHoa. It doesn't help that the girl got spoiled by he who shall not be named (ahem, her father) while I was in night class. He would let her fall asleep in our bed at night instead of putting her in her own bed. So now I'm trying to break that. Thankfully, she will sleep in her bed if we go put her in there so it could be worse but I have to lay down with her first and basically, once my body touches that sweet mattress, my brain is all BEDTIME FOR EVERYONE and there's just no combating that. So the house goes untouched. As does my thank you notes. And my job applications because I REALLY can't do those at work. I mean, I can get away with a lot of crap here (like blogging sporadically) but my momma did not raise a fool. Don't apply for new jobs at your current job, kids. It's a bad idea.

Which leads into the next level of blah which is my lack of a job in my field. There are a few things out there that I need to apply for ASAP. I need to make the time to do a resume/letter for each of them; force myself to get up after the kid has gone to sleep (before is not an option as she is all over the place and says "what are you DOING, mommy?!" at least 6,000 times a day. Plus I'm usually trying to get some kind of semi nutritious meal on the table during that time. Or playing with her outside.)  And you know, my current job is a good job and definitely pays the bills, but I'm SO maxed out there. It'll be five years this fall and I'm just done. Not only mentally but I have no more opportunity for growth. It's time to hit the road for sure.

I got some moolah for graduation and SWORE I would not spend it on toys or clothes for tiny people but instead on career clothes. Since the dress code at my current job is uber laid back, my closet has suffered tremendously.  So I headed out to the sales Monday and while I did find a very nice suit for a decent price, I'm fat and I hate the fatness. When I got pregnant, I was already fat. And then I gained 40 lbs. And then I lost 65 because breastfeeding is awesome. And then I stopped breastfeeding and gained 25 lbs in 2 weeks (I'm so not exaggerating) and was basically right back where I started. I'm too scared to even get near a scale at this point. Let's just say my pants are SNUG.

So now I have a dirty house, no decent job, and I'm fat.

DO YOU SEE HOW THIS SPIRALS OUT OF CONTROL?! I need a cookie.

And I realize this made zero sense; I'll attempt a follow up tomorrow.

I'm done!

I graduated! Yay for me! It's been a long three years but I'm finally done.

MrsShoe, M.S.

Now I just need a high paying job to go with that fancy title.


I haven't been posting much because I don't have a whole lot going on at the moment. Or at least nothing to bitch write about here. I'm mostly soaking up all this fabulous free time that I have going on. You'd think my house would be cleaner but it's not.

Graduation was this past Friday and was really a great day. My family and closest friends came and then we went and had a fab lunch. It was nice and drama-free. Saturday was spent at the zoo which was awesome. My husband and daughter have sacrificed a lot for me so I was quite happy to spend the day doing what they wanted to do. Not that my arm had to be twisted. =) Otherwise we are just trucking along as usual.

Catch you on the flip side!

Baked French Toast

I have been dying to make this for quite some time now and since the mister had to work on Mother's Day (there should be a law against that), I decided that was the perfect time to whip this up (on Saturday) so I could just pop it in the oven on Sunday.  It was absolutely delicious and I can't wait to make it again.

From: Annie's Eats 

Ingredients:
4 eggs
1 c milk (or half and half)
1/4 cup maple syrup*
1 T vanilla extract
1 t ground cinnamon
Dash grated nutmeg
1 small French baguette, cut into 1-inch cubes (about 5-6 cups)

*I did not have maple syrup which I will be rectifying soon so I used a mixture of cane syrup and corn syrup. It was still delish.

In a large mixing bowl, add the eggs and whisk briefly.  Add the milk, syrup, vanilla extract, cinnamon, and nutmeg.  Whisk well until the mixture is evenly combined.  Stir in the cubes of bread until evenly coated.

Grease a casserole dish (I used 9x13 and it was a little too big. Corning ware or Pyrex might be a better choice) and pour in the now soaked bread.  Cover and refrigerate at least two hours or up to overnight.

When you are ready to bake, preheat the oven to 375˚ F.  Remove the plastic wrap from the dishes.  Bake for 30-40 minutes or until puffed up and light golden brown.  Remove from the oven and let cool for a few minutes.

Sprinkle with confectioner's sugar. Add berries or bananas (we did bananas) and syrup. Enjoy!