To my faithful readers…I wish I had more time to write, it is one of my favorite things…writing and storytelling. I went back and reviewed some of my previous Momlogs and had some good laughs. Some things I had not remembered. I am very happy that I recorded so many of my day-to-day events when the Boy, Nic was little. He is a month away a aaammmfrom being a teenager. He’s a delight and a smart ass (yes, I said it…I love him).
Today I’m going to tell you about the eggs.
My family loves eggs. We have been following a program called Whole30 that is basically very clean eating and for some reason, seems to involve lots of eggs. I have a dear friend who often brings me fresh eggs from her ranch (we call all rural areas “ranch” out here in west Texas). Eggs are always in good supply at my house.
One day, I was going to make some tuna salad because both kids love it and it’s on my plan (I keep it simple….tuna, boiled eggs, pickles, mayo, mustard and some salt and pepper). I boiled the eggs around 2:45 or so, right before I had to head to school to pick up on the kids. On my way to pick them up, I saw that there was a blood drive in town. I had been considering giving blood so I could find out if I have had the Covid. I picked the kids up and dropped them at the house and headed out to give blood. Since they are a little older, we leave them at home for short periods of time by themselves.
What I forgot, until I was laying down in the mobile donation RV/bus was I had forgotten to eat breakfast earlier…and lunch, in fact, all I had consumed all day was a cup of coffee. Once I finished donating, I found that all the snacks they offered were processed crap food so I drank some water and ate a box of rasins (the only time that was gluten-free and had no added sugar). I felt fine and after 15 minutes they gave me, some paperwork and a t-shirt and sent me on my way.
When I got home, I rested a bit and didn’t think any more about it. Later, I began prepping for dinner and asked the Girl to peel the eggs for me so I could make tuna for their lunches the next day. She was complaining about it a little but was working away. She gets to the fourth egg out of five and brings it to me telling me something is wrong with it. The previous three eggs had been hard boiled eggs…what you would expect after boiling an egg for 10 minutes. This egg was raw.
As children OFTEN cause parents to do, I questioned everythingI new about eggs for about 22 seconds. I thought…”What? did I not cook those long enough? No, the others are boiled…” It was 22 seconds of challenging everything I know about how boiling eggs work. Kids cause us to question our sanity. I quickly realize that someone had taken a boiled egg and replaced it with a raw egg.
So I asked the Girl (I KNEW it was her because the Boy would have thought a little bit ahead to the possible outcome), “Did you eat an egg and replace it with one from the fridge?” (After all these years, WHY do I still ask the questions like this? I knew she did it.). She said, “No I didn’t eat an egg.” So I asked the Boy. He too responded with, “No, mama.” Now all my “Law and Order” training kicked in and I was about to start forensic testing….the interrogation began. I looked at my daughter and told her, “You have about 30 seconds to tell me the truth.” I wasn’t really upset about the egg but being lied to….well, (this is where being an “old” mom isn’t so great) I felt my blood pressure shoot up. The not eating and donating the blood hit me all at once. I started getting dizzy. I was literally holding on to the back of a chair. Then I said, “I do not care so much about the egg but the lying to me is going to get you into big trouble.”. My dear daughter finally fessed up, “I did it.” I happen to have an extra boiled egg in the fridge, I took the extra one out to use in my recipe. I see her discretely take the remaining unpeeled egg and put it back in the refrigerator. My little attorney daughter didn’t eat “an” egg and replace it, she ate two eggs and replaced them. (insert emoji of me slapping my forehead). (I asked the wrong question).
I had replaced one of the eggs she had eaten earlier only to turn back around to see her eating the replacement egg. Oh, that girl. I told her to stop eating my eggs and then I went to find the paperwork they had given me at the blood donation RV because I knew it said something about what to do if you feel like you are going to pass out. I had to lie down and put my legs in the air for about twenty minutes before I could go finish the tuna salad and dinner.
Now, when I am going to make tuna, I just boil a whole bunch of eggs so she can have all the eggs…except those five I use for the tuna. The blood people keep sending me messages and text about going back to donate…bunch of vampires trying to get my good blood. They did tell me my blood pressure was a little high (probably from the salt I put on the eggs we keep eating)…not shocking after the egg incident.