Spring Plans

I've always wanted to have a garden. When Scott and I began our hunt for the perfect home for us, a small garden filled with lots of yummy veggies was part of that vision.

Sadly, I've not been blessed with a green thumb. My grandmother could make anything grow, and she did it beautifully, but she didn't pass that talent onto me.

I have a Black Thumb of Death.

The Crack Monkeys laugh when I tell them that, but it's true. I can plant something, have it grow for maybe a week or so after sprouting, and then, despite all of my efforts, the plant dies. I don't know what happens, but I've never had a plant thrive under my care.

And, every year, when Spring rolls around, I promise myself that I will try again. But, I never do. It's part fear, but mostly laziness. Plus, I'm just clueless.

Not this year.

I've been scouring the internet for tips and ideas, and I think I've finally found something that just might work: container gardening. Instead of having a raised garden bed, I can have plastic containers (or pots) in my backyard, on a table so the dog can't get to them.

Genius!

My excitement was enough to load the Fire Pig and Princess into the car and make a run to Target. I was planning on just buying the packets of seeds and waiting until the weather warms up, but I found this little treasure:

Brand new kit fro Target

Can you guess how excited I got? Excited enough to buy it, come home and get started, ha. I'm probably off on the timing, but I figure by the time they (hopefully) start sprouting, the weather will be warm enough to put them in pots.

This is what comes in the kit

You add warm water to the dirt pellets and they start to expand

Here's a picture of the dirt pellets expanded and not looking like dog poo,  lol.

The seeds are all planted and marked and the germination sheet in place 

I carefully followed all of the instructions, so hopefully something good will happen. I would love to not have to run to the store for fresh produce, so here's praying that this first step in gardening works!

Being sick

The last week or so, I was downing Zicam in hopes of not getting sick because let's face it: when Mama gets sick, the world just about ends. ;-)

But, the Zicam, Emergen-C and orange juice cocktail I had going failed; I woke up Monday morning with a full-blown cold. Ugh. Special thanks to my hubby and oldest child for "sharing" with me.

And, I get that everyone gets sick once in awhile, and for the most part we have to suck it up and ride it through. But, I'm going to be honest: it really sucks when it's Mama who gets sick because there's no one to take care of me.

When my hubby or kids get sick, I'm waiting on them hand and foot, getting them soup or OJ, or even more tissues to wipe their snot as they swallow medicine. Sometimes, I don't even wait for them to ask for something; I'll bring it to them because I know they need it.

I love taking care of them, really i do. It's my job; it's the territory that comes with being a wife and parent. And, I love them all to death.

But, when I'm sick? The hubby has to go to work (why am I always sick when he has tons of meetings scheduled?), the kids go to school, which means I have to get my own damn soup....after I cook it, of course.

So not fair!

So, for today and probably tomorrow, I don't wanna be Mommy anymore; I just want to be a poor, pathetic sickie-head that needs someone to pity me and feed me soup, OJ and medicine. Any takers?

*Sigh* I didn't think so.