Hello! My name is Tired.
I mean, my name is Mom.
I meant, my name is Kat. And I suppose you could say I’m a tired mom.
It’s been a while, not since the Spring of 2018, since I’ve introduced myself. I thought right now, after my mid-year long break, would be a good time to do so and give a little tour around the Cafe since there are always new followers, and plenty of changes that happen now and then.
Without further ado, let me introduce you to the completely normal life an ordinary mom who tries hard to be more than a mom.
Growing up, I never watched a lot of TV. I grew up in the 90s and early 2000s. I heard a lot of talk from my friends and classmates about things like MTV, Nickelodeon, and boy bands. I was intimately familiar with none of it. My family didn’t have cable until I was halfway through high school. I grew up with PBS and Jeopardy. I have fond memories of Reading Rainbow, The Magic School Bus, Wishbone, Cyberchase, and Ghost Writer. Most of the time, I could be found playing games with my younger siblings or pretending the backyard was a wild jungle. I also didn’t grow up with a diverse music background. My mom listened to country and folk music. My dad enjoyed the Beetles and Carol King. Boy bands and their popularity completely befuddled my mind.
What I was intimately familiar with were books. I started off with the Babysitter and Little Sister series by Ann M. Martin and Nancy Drew in elementary school. But, even before then, I was obsessed with children’s books. We had stacks of them everywhere. I think my mom had signed us up for a reading club or something. Books were always coming in the mail, and we were plead for her to read to us. Since then, I’ve never been far from a book. In high school, people knew me as the girl with the big books. I even lugged around books in college.
I’m a reader. These days, I get books from NetGalley and from authors. Sometimes I get them from Amazon and the bookstore. I especially love supporting indie authors. Books are a huge part of my life. There will always be book reviews and book chatter here in the form of Life Between the Pages.
My mom says I’ve been telling stories since before I could say actual words. She tells me I used to sit out in the backyard when I was 2, just singing and chatting away to myself. But I never put a story down on paper until 3rd grade. My class was having a Valentine’s Day party. I’ve never enjoyed parties, so I was sitting at my desk, counting down to the end of the day. One of my classmates had the idea of writing a story and asked if I wanted to write it with her. Sure, why not? It was a Valentine’s Day story. Of course. I know exactly why it failed: there was zero tension. Literally, zero. All we wrote about was a land where everyone loved each other and everything was wonderful with heart shaped flowers. A real bestseller.
While that story never made it past the two of us and our parents, it did plant a seed in my head. Though I didn’t attempt a story again until later in the year, around Halloween. That one had characters who were clearly inspired by The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. It also had witches and pumpkins. After that, I attempted an Easter story, but never really got into it. In 5th grade, my best friend and I discovered we both really loved to write, so we started co-writing. I don’t think we finished anything, but it was a lot of fun.
These days, I write fantasy and fiction. Whether or not their finished, I post them in unedited form. That’s right; none of my writings are edited. They’re really little more than first drafts. So, if your curious about what I write, and don’t care how well or badly it’s written, please do take a peek into the Writer’s Nook.
My mom was a baker when I was a kid. She was always making cookies and brownies, but stayed away from cakes because she couldn’t keep them from sliding. She taught me how to bake, and to love it. As soon as I was old enough to stand on a chair and see over the counter, I was allowed to help. I suppose you could say my final test towards being an independent baker came when I was 12. My class was having a car wash and bake sale, and I decided to bake cookies. My mom guided me, but I did everything. It all went swimmingly until she left me for a few minutes. I was adding the flour, and the directions just said to mix. Mix until when? I didn’t actually know. But I figured my mom would be back soon and I would keep the mixer going until she got back. Well, turns out I was only supposed to mix until the flour was fully incorporated. Oops. So, we worked with very sticky dough and hoped for the best. Turned out to be my most successful mistake. The cookies were light and melted in the mouth.
For years, I religiously followed recipes. I’ve made cookies, brownies, cakes, and bread. All of it by following recipes. Last year, though, I started to feel an itch. I’d stumbled on ratio baking and sorely wanted to try it, but didn’t have a kitchen scale. I suppose I talked about it enough that my husband surprised me with one for Christmas.
I’ve been ratio baking for most of the year. Cakes, cookies, bread. It’s been hit and miss, but, as I become more familiar with the ratios and how to tweak them, I’ve made fewer mistakes and have almost always gotten something delicious. It’s still an ongoing journey, documented under Adventures in Ratio Baking, but I love not having to look up a recipe to make birthday cakes for my kids. I’ve also posted a few recipes over the past year and a half, and will be posting what I call ratio recipes, that can be found under Recipes.
The Mother of 2
Yes, I have two kids. They’re 5 and 2. Most of my time is, of course, spent being Mom. Hence why I think it’s my name. I haven’t actually taught my name to my kids, but, since my son is about to start Kindergarten, I should do something about that.
I think of myself as a perfectly ordinary stay at home mom. I just look at it differently. You won’t find hot mess stories or tales of the nitty gritty because my brain can’t retain much beyond the joys of childhood and the fun, new things my kids did and learned. I believe in magic, but am also incredibly practical. I believe childhood should be fun, that my children’s lives are not mine to tell, and it’s my job to do my best to raise them to be contributing members of society.
I’m afraid you won’t find any funny or otherwise stories, no advice, no how-tos, and definitely no lists of 10 things every baby needs. Nope, you’ll find my thoughts on motherhood and how I do things. These are my stories of my motherhood journey, which you can find over in the Mother’s Corner.
The Kitchen Sink
There are some odds and ends here. I can’t keep to four strict topics. This blog is ever changing just as I am an ever changing person. In the Kitchen Sink, you can find posts related to blogging as well as post by guest bloggers and posts that I’ve shared here. On Thursdays, I ask a Weekly Question.
So, welcome to The Lily Cafe! I’m just an ordinary mom exploring her interests, but I hope you enjoy your time here. I’m so very glad you’ve stopped by.