You know those days where you REALLY want to be lazy and take a nap instead of do any housework or blogging or talking or thinking?

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Or you want to lay on the couch and flip through all of the channels until you find that perfect show on Bravo or E?  A show your husband would NEVER watch with you and a show that you shouldn’t LET your kids watch.  I don’t want to love those shows but Million Dollar Listing pulls me in every.single.time.  That and Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives.  LOVE that show.

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I rarely let myself have these moments of complete relaxation.  Because honestly, I feel selfish when I do.  I sit down, start to unwind and then something happens.  I get sucked into a project or an email or deep cleaning under the fridge (which by the way, is one of the most disgustingly gratifying jobs ever.  It also turns into a game of “Who-Knew-We-Had-THAT-Under-Our-Fridge!  A mystifying What’s What of the forgotten toy world.”  If you guessed 24 magnetic alphabet letters, one half-eaten tootsie roll, three guitar picks and a teeny-tiny-miniature gun, you win the game.)

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But I’m discoverinng that it’s ridiculous to feel selfish for little moments of downtime.  Because everybody needs a little something in their life that makes them happy.

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My HAPPY List:

  1. Exercise.
  2. Love.
  3. Coffee.
  4. Trashy TV.
  5. Chocolate.

If my day contains these five ingredients, I’m good to go.

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Yesterday afternoon, I combined THREE of those happy things (the coffee, the chocolate and a Sex and the City rerun) and had myself a grand ol’ time.  Like for at least 10 minutes….before Mr. Fat Feet, who was supposed to be napping, pitter-pattered his way out of his room and asked for a bite.

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I would have felt selfish for not sharing.  Plus, sharing is an act of “LOVE,” which, of COURSE, is on my happy things list.

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Never mind that Number Six on that Happy List would read, “Being Alone.”  I kind of gave up on that one a LONG time ago.

Chocolate Peanut Butter “Eggs In A Jar”

Also known as my new favorite thing.  Why didn’t I think of this sooner?!?

Ingredients:

  • 1/2 cup liquid egg whites
  • Nearly empty natural peanut butter jar
  • Handful of milk chocolate chips (I only buy Ghirardelli.)

Scramble egg whites in a nonstick pan.  Transfer egg whites into the nearly empty peanut butter jar.  Add chocolate chips.  Eat with a long, special spoon and a side of coffee.

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QUESTION:  What other combos can you think of to put in a jar??  Are you loyal to a specific brand of chocolate?

splendid…lindsay

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  1. Yum, this sounds delish!

    I think by being selfish sometimes you’re actually being selfless. Think about it, giving yourself that time to rewind and relax- you’ll end up having more to give back to your family :)

  2. If I were currently eating eggs, this would totally happen.

    What CAN’T you eat from a jar? I actually prefer it. I did go through a phase where I would scoop small amounts of nut butter into jars, pre-portioned, so I could pretend like I had reached the bottom and then could make oats in a jar, or yogurt in a jar…

    Of course, now I just put things in jars because it is fun to eat out of them…and since I find scraping the bottom of nut butter jars so satisfying, I never really have enough left in there for traditional ‘in the jar’ concoctions.

    Once I ate my cereal in a Dark Chocolate Dreams jar. That was awesome.

    This was a really long comment about jars. Of which the Mason variety are the best.

    Also, can you really call a plastic container a jar? I always feel weird about that.

    The end.

  3. how can you resist those lil chub feet. YOu’d have to share. Sounds like a good day, no great! and yes, you need that rest and relaxation. You’re a mama!

  4. Ahhhh…the magic of the nearly empty PB jar. One of my faves is to mix a lil cup of greek yogurt in there. It makes a kind of peanut butter mousse that is oh so scrumptious. Then if you add some chia seeds to the mix, it thickens up into a fudgy consistency. Y.U.M.