Have you heard the fuss lately about the flight that had to land early because two passengers got into an altercation over seat reclining? It would seem that one passenger was employing this gadget called a “knee defender” that when used prevents the passenger in front of you from reclining their seat. The passenger in the affected seat was frustrated, asked for help from the flight attendant, refusal/words/throwing water ensued, and bam, flight landed.
And then I see people talking about how rude it is to recline your seat.
Needle screech. What? RUDE?
I suppose this is an issue if people go so far as to invent devices to prevent seat reclining, and some say that reclined seats make laptops hard to use on tray tables (I don’t think my laptops are unusally large or big but I can’t say I’ve encountered this) but I’m perplexed. When I purchase a ticket on a plane, I buy a seat and I expect it to recline. It is part of the feature that I am paying for, just like a tray table and on some flights, a complimentary beverage. I’m sorry that my reclining eats up your room, but then you can recline YOUR seat if you like. The only non reclining people are those sitting in seats with little placards that say THIS SEAT DOES NOT RECLINE and those seats? Are the least popular on the whole damn airplane. You know why? THEY DO NOT RECLINE.
Now, there are some seats on a plane that are not affected by reclined seats. First class, business class, seats behind the exit row, seats in the bulkhead- all of these seats are yours for the taking! Pony up the money (for the seat, the early boarding, the what have you) and sit in your own special person seat so you knees are not knocked by the seat in front of you. Did you know many airlines will allow particularly tall people to pre-board so they can select a coveted seat (on open seating airlines). It is true. If you find yourself over 6 feet tall, feel free to ask. I once boarded a flight with an entire college basketball team and the majority of the team got to preboard because they were all so tall.
Flying isn’t the glamarous, wonderful thing it used to be in years gone by. It is crowded and cramped and there is always a rude person on board that does something that affects many. Don’t be that person. Don’t block the seat in front of you from reclining. Don’t get so huffy about a person using a FEATURE OF THEIR SEAT THAT THEY PAID FOR that a plane has to land.
I’m struggling to believe that the end of August is slowly approaching. Didn’t summer just start? Don’t we have many more weekends of barbecuing and sunscreen application? Is it really time to contemplate football and the glorious end of baseball season in Chicago (thus making my commute soooo much better)?
Side note: All of the back to school photos in my Facebook feed have me panicking about back to school 2016 (yes, two years away) when, arguably, Gracie will be entering preschool. There are so many choices for schools in Chicago, with many different curriculums and price points and public schools with selective applications (and waayyyy more potential students than seats) and private schools with curriculums and governing boards and methodologies, and there is Montessori, and classical, language immersion, Common Core, magnet schools…….. I want to crawl into a hole every time I have to think about it.
Anyhoo. Back to the topic at hand: delicious things I’ve made to eat.
Last night we were grilling chicken for dinner (Monday nights are always an “easy” meal in our house, aka, must be ready to eat in under 30 minutes) and I made a couscous salad as a side dish. I read a bunch of couscous salad recipes, threw caution to the wind and mixed together:
It was pretty spectacular and I’d guess that if you paired it up with some wilted spinach and sliced fresh buffalo mozarella it would make an excellent vegetarian dinner. Or you can pair it with grilled chicken and grilled summer squash and call it a night.
I also made a tomato tart recently that was beyond awesome…so if you have a bunch of summer tomatoes you need to use, look no further than this beauty. The recipe was given to me by our old nanny share family and I know I’ll be making it for years to come. Tart pictures here, alongside a lemon cake I made:
And in final “tomato” goodness, I’ve taken to tossing a pint of cherry tomatoes with about a half a cup of enchilada sauce and a splash of olive oil and roasting under the broiler whenever we have tacos….delicious, easy and full of flavor.
Enjoy those final summer tomatoes!
Ok, so next up in the reader questions, Natalie asks: I’m interested in how you and your husband share parenting duties, especially with his weekend commitments.
The short answer: very carefully and with lots of teamwork.
The real answer is much longer of course. B and I both work, and both of our offices are in the suburbs. I go into the office twice a week, B goes into the office most days but has plenty of days that start or end in a courthouse, deposition or other meeting not in his office. Daycare is South of our house, our offices are North. B sails pretty regularly in the summer and my girlfriends are pretty good at regular “lets get together for dinner/a glass of wine”. So between it all…..
B has morning duty 95% of the time. On the days I go into the office it is all him, on the days I work from home it is mostly him. I set outfits and daycare “necessities” (back up outfits, a new nap blanket, a signed form, etc) every evening, and B is mostly the one responsible for getting up with her and getting her out the door. On the days I work from home I chip in where I can, and I try to set up as much of her breakfast as I can before I hit the road or start working. On the odd day that B has to leave the house really early (typically for court in a county far, far away) he tries to give me as much advance notice as possible so I can shift my work schedule around to accommodate doing the drop off.
I have afternoon duty 95% of the time. I pick up from daycare, get her home and bathed (first thing first, immediately, goodby germs), get her dinner made and get her fed. On a “usual” night, B comes home shortly after she has finished eating (she eats at 6, he gets home between 6:30 and 6:45). We all play, read stories, I try to prep as much of the adult dinner as I can, and after Gracie goes down at 7:30, we make and eat our dinner.
On nights that one of us has a “thing” (work, social or otherwise) we put it on the shared Google calendar, make sure the other person can leave work in enough time to pick her up/get home with enough time for the other person to get out the door. On the weekends we share duties as much as we can- one of us gets up with her while the other makes breakfast. One of us stays home with her while the other runs to the grocery. We take turns bathing her, we eat meals as a family (so we both feed her) and we trade off as much as we can. When B sails, Gracie and I do our thing solo. I try to make the days fun- a trip to the zoo, splash park, playground, farmers market, brunch with friends, you name it.
There are weeks that I tackle a lot more of the parenting duties, there are weeks that B does. We try really hard to be respectful of each other’s work calendars- for instance, I have to go into the office on Thursdays barring natural disaster or the flu. I try not to ask B to leave the office “early” (they don’t have set office hours, but you know what I mean) more than once a week, which means sometimes I say no to an event if I had something else earlier in the week. It isn’t always even. Sometimes after 7 or 8 nights of bath duty I get snippy “come on, you can handle the bath tonight” and sometimes B asks for a little more help in the morning so he can get out the door. With communication and a shared calendar though, we seem to make it work!
Right around the time I found out I was pregnant, a good chunk of my everyday wardrobe was in major need of overhauling. During law school most of my investments went to suits and “business formal” clothes, then I found myself in a job where things are decidedly casual (I wear jeans to work nine times out of ten) and quickly my “everyday” was wearing out. Then I was pregnant so everything got boxed up or pushed to the side and I had brand new clothes to wear! After Gracie was born I lived in that post-partum yoga pant/nursing tank phase, and then when I went back to work I found myself pulling things from an even older section of my closet, everyday wear from when I was more slender (thanks to nine months of throwing up on the regular), and besides, everything was in transition body-wise so it was no time to invest.
Which brings us to now. And the tragic state of affairs. Over the past two months I’ve been making myself pull the tired, the downtrodden, the fraying hems and spotty neckline (what did I spill there?) out of my closet. A few pieces at a time. Yes, Daisy, it is time to let go of the sad, stretched, off-color Gap “favorite t” that you would be mortified if anyone saw you in. When you do it slowly it feels less painful, and finally this past weekend I pulled some final plugs. That Target cardigan that doesn’t really fit anymore? Goodbye. That old tank top with the tiny tear “no one will notice” is in the rubbish bin (I’m not insulting a second hand store with things not fit for wearing out of the house).
My closet has a lot more room, and I pulled out every random hanger, moving them all to the front. Now begins the process of rebuilding. I’ve been working on that slowly- some extra room in the budget, a good Gap coupon, a younger cousin with a good eye for fashion, slowly but surely I’m adding back. This week Target has many of their tank tops on sale for $5 each, which was the kick in the pants I needed to replace some old white tank tops that had seen much better days. New riding boots are on the list (my last pair is worn through thanks to the great Winter of 2013), I have my eye on some Breton tops from Boden (not affiliate links) and I’m on the lookout for a great pair of courderoy pants. These things are all for me, and sometimes I struggle with feeling selfish (I could use this money on house stuff/Gracie/B/family fun) but I think I know that sometimes doing something for yourself is important to. Even if it is just a little shopping.
It is amazing how much better I feel in the morning when I open my closet, and rather than seeing it stuffed with things I don’t want/can’t/will not wear, it is trimmed down but has items that make me happy, that fit, that don’t make me feel the need to change five times before walking out the door. Sometimes it really is the little things, and that clean closet has inspired me to clean out a few junk drawers, a cluttered corner, a cupboard of towels put away without any thought. I pulled out shoes that need to go to the cobbler and found some that just needed to go in the rubbish bin. Lets just mark this whole thing down as a grand experiment in “yup, sometimes you gotta take care of yourself” and call it good, eh?