The Tuesday Tank

Two things have happened this week that I’m grateful for: I can taste and smell food again, and the sun came out to play. After a week of gray, murky skies and feeling like Death Becomes Her, these things feel like huge victories in the never-ending game of winter.

Since I haven’t really been all that productive (unless you count trips to the grocery store for more soup and tissue a productive win), I thought I’d write another installment of The Tuesday Tank for this week’s blog post. If there’s one thing you can accomplish when sick, it’s reading about all the things you wish you were doing, should be doing, already did or plan to do. Here are all those things I feel noteworthy enough to make the cut.

Today’s Tank:

~Who is handling flu season?

So whether you got a flu shot or not this season, it doesn’t matter. We are all screwed. I feel like I can certifiably say that after coming out of the flu inferno alive. Check out CDC: Vaccine Can’t Handle This ‘Severe’ Flu Season.

~Maybe I can be trained to be a better housekeeper. Maybe.

You may or may not have read my post from last fall regarding my vow to keep a cleaner house. I haven’t forgotten about it and the other day I loaded up my dollar store shopping cart with $50 worth of storage bins and other random things I’m intending to organize my house with. So far I’ve completed one bathroom and I feel like a new woman. The kind of woman who just lied to you. But really, I do feel a small percentage of my hysteria has been silenced. This is where my bathroom-organization inspiration came from.

~My one minute of talk radio fame!

Back in early October I was briefly interviewed by Northwest Wine Night Radio for one of their segments called Pour of the Week. In each Pour of the Week, they interview a Northwest winery for 60 seconds, enough time to allow us to announce which wines we’re currently pouring and where to find us. It was such a rushed conversation that I forgot to ask when it would air. After going back and scanning through every episode since October, I’m happy to say I found our spiel! Check it out here and hop to minute 12:20!


~Only love. Only love.

I’m so guilty of over-reacting, especially in the rush of the morning routine, during dinner prep and in the car when everyone’s downright freaking out. This article by Hands Free Mom is so perfect. I never make resolutions, but this year I am definitely going to try to work on the three second rule. Not the one you might be thinking.

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~Stitchfix is my hero.

I’m not going to cover this up with the Girl Card: I really hate to shop. It’s not that I don’t like new clothes, I do. I just really don’t have the patience to figure fashion out and how things should look on me. So I’ve raved about Stitchfix before and I’m still standing by it. Without it, I would be wearing maternity clothes with breast milk stains on them to dinner parties. So for those of you who do care but are fashion-challenged and you either already subscribe to Stitchfix or are thinking about it, read Crazy Together’s post on how to get the best fix every time. And if you’d like to try this embarrassment-saving service, I’d love it if you’d use my referral link!

~You Skinny @#$%!

We’ve all heard of fat shaming and how it’s a real thing. Interestingly enough, in the wake of our awareness over the issue a new phenomenon seems to be taking place: fit shaming. You know, how someone utters “It must be nice to have the time to exercise as much as she does” under their breath when they see a fit mom of three. Or, “My children are a priority, not the gym.”  Not that it’s ever happened to me, but I have definitely witnessed it – mostly among other moms. “How Fit Shaming is the New Fat Shaming” is a read that piqued my interest. I mean, what do we care how other people spend their time? They look great, move on. I have to wonder, what is it in ourselves that makes us want to judge others? Stay calm and get your sweat on!


*This installment of The Tuesday Tank is brought to you by a very sober, wine-deprived woman. Day 9 of no wine…the cork gets POPPED tonight!

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