Gus Muffins, the Perfect After School Snack
It’s Friday, y’all! Aren’t you excited?
It’s ok if you’re honest here and say, “no. not really.” I won’t judge. In fact, I will see your “no, not really” and raise you a “hell no, not at all” just for good measure.
Because listen, if you’re reading this, you’re probably either at the point in life where you’re a parent or at the very least adulting hard enough to be living real adult lives. And if we’re living these real adult lives, as a parent or not, we should all just admit that we limp to the finish line every week. Friday Happy Hours with beautiful people drinking beautiful drinks and taking beautiful pictures are not on my agenda any longer. Because frankly those things involve other people, real clothes (not PJ’s) and staying out past 7:30pm. And I’m too tired for that nonsense. And our weekends, not the glorious yoga filled brunch-tastic adventures of days past, neither. We shuttle from game to game to game to birthday party to family dinner at Chick Fil A on Saturday(not mad at ya, Chick Fil A. You still rock), just to hit repeat on Sunday, only throwing church and the ever-present “no you can’t wear that to Sunday School” argument into the mix.
I know I’m not alone in this. Don’t leave me hanging.
I’m just going to admit it. My life right now is not my own. Our weekends, we don’t captain them anymore. We have these 3 perfect little
demons angels that we are nurturing, loving and, at the moment, bringing up. It’s about them. So it belongs to baseball and gymnastic coaches, tutors, speech therapists, regular therapists (this one’s for me), and school. That’s just what it is. Fighting against that to make it some beautiful fabulous life that would make Pinterest swoon is exhausting.
This is my season and I’m going to stop struggling against it.
I’m going to own the fact that I barely have time some days to brush my teeth, and that’s just that.
I’m going to own the fact that I run into my house after Monday morning drop-off, clicking my heels in glee that I have 8 solid hours without my children.
I’m going to own the fact that I am the worst sports parent on the planet and that I pray for rain and rain cancellations every single Saturday.
I’m going to own the fact that most of my Saturday nights consist of Dateline, a glass of wine, and the silence of contentment in knowing that our kids are finally asleep (well, at least 2 out of 3 are down. As long as the other is upstairs minding his own business, I count it as a win).
And I’m going to own the fact that I’m not 25 anymore and life is different. I’m not quite as cool as I think I am, and that’s ok.
Because life in my mid-30s is just alright with me. I’m not as cool, but I’m a whole lot nicer, happier and more content than I ever was when I was. I’m not glamorous. I don’t have swag. And that’s just fine.
What I do have is kids who like me sometimes, a husband who laughs at my jokes even when they aren’t funny (which is never, because if you can’t tell by now, I’m hilarious), and friends who are awesome and make me laugh when I feel like crying, because we’re all in this boat together. Every single one of us.
So, friends….own your weekends. No matter how awesomely quiet and lame you think it is, rest comfortably in the fact that mine is just the same. And, seriously, rest comfortably in the fact that pajamas and sweat pants trump fancy happy hour clothes any day. Because, you know, elastic waists are awesome.
And start your weekend off right with this after-school treat for your little monsters. This is another recipe from my college roommate Nicole, of Chocolate Chip Cookies fame. Who, now that I think of, should probably have her own food blog, because she’s awesome. But anyway….they are super easy. They are super yummy. And your kids will rise up and call you blessed for making them such an awesome snack.* Enjoy!
*Not actually likely to happen*
- 1 package Crescent Rolls (original)
- 8 jumbo marshmallows
- 1 Tbsp butter, melted
- 1 1/2 Tbsp sugar
- 2 tsp cinnamom
Preheat oven to 375.
Melt the butter and place in a shallow bowl.
Combine cinnamon and sugar in a separate shallow bowl.
Unroll the crescent rolls and separate (feel free to get your aggression out banging that ungodly cylinder against the counter a few times to get it to pop open). Place one marshmallow in the center of each roll and wrap up until completely covered. It will look like a little ball when complete.
Roll each ball in the butter and then the cinnamon sugar mixture. Put in muffin tins.
Bake for 12 minutes, or according to Crescent baking instructions.
Let cool slightly (not too much, they're best warm out of the oven) and ENJOY!