A Day in the Life of a Chef’s Wife – May 2014

10 on 10. . . A friend has challenged me to pick up my camera on the 10th day of every month and take 10 pictures, a picture every hour (approx.), to document the day.

So below is a quick glimpse into our day as a family of a chef.  I say that because you’ll notice my chef/husband is only in one of these pictures, and it’s the picture of him on my cell phone.  🙁  It’s the day before Mother’s Day.  He left around 6:30am this morning and still is not home as I write this (10:45pm).  Lovely!  Hopefully he’s on his way home soon!

Philippians 4:6

I struggle with worrying so I decided to have my friend Jen over at Rustic Pine Designs make Philippians 4:6 into a sign to put up in our living room.  As I sat in my favorite chair this morning, they were right in front of me.  What a great reminder that no matter what comes my way, I have no reason to be anxious but just need to take it to God in prayer.  Perfect way to start off the morning.

yogurt and granola

I am so in love with homemade honey yogurt right now.  Again, I blame this on my chef/husband and his extensive research on making yogurt last year for a cooking video.  I can’t seem to get enough of it.  This was breakfast this morning, homemade honey yogurt with granola and strawberries, in a mason jar of course. (more…)

Carrying the Burdens of a Stressful Job

We all know that chefs have a very stressful job.  Many times, the to-do list is far longer than anything that could actually be accomplished in a 24 hour day or the 168 hours in a week, even if he worked non-stop.

After being married for 18 ½ years, I can see this burden on my husband without him saying a word. I can see it toward the end of his day off as he starts thinking about all he needs to do the next day.  I can hear it in his voice when I call him at 5:45 am as he’s already on his way into work.  I have even seen the to-do list in Outlook.  It’s not pretty.

As I sit here in the quiet house before the girls get up, it’s hard not to worry about him and wonder how he’s doing and how he’s going to get everything done.

I know he’ll be fine.  Somehow he’ll find a way to get everything done and it will be done well.  But it’s not going to be easy.  It never is. (more…)

Having too Much Time to Think

Too much time?  Did she really just say that?  I know that’s what you are thinking.

But when you are married to a chef, and are by yourself (or alone with your kids) a lot, especially at night, you have a lot of time to think.  Sometimes too much!  (Actually, I’m guessing that this is the case for many women, whether they are married to a chef or not.)

Having all this time to think is tough . . .  Time to think about finances, am I doing what I should as a Mom and wife, what am I doing wrong as a Mom and wife, I wish I didn’t care about my house being clean, I wish my husband was able to be home more, why did God choose to take my Mom home to be with Him as such a young age, why am I so scared to share what I believe with others, why are my kids so messy – I must be doing something wrong . . . oh my goodness . . . steam of consciousness . . . this is my mind all day long!! (more…)

Why is My Phone Ringing During the Dinner Rush?

It’s 6:56 pm on Saturday night and my phone rings.

I usually love when my phone rings and it’s my husband calling. My cell phone shows my favorite picture of him and it brings a smile to my face. Usually this smile continues as I answer and talk to him. But not tonight.

Why is my phone ringing in the middle of the dinner rush? I know there are a crazy amount of reservations tonight at the restaurant!

Turns out the power is out at the restaurant and he is calling to ask me to look into it online and send him a text with the details.

Of course it’s at this moment that all 3 children go completely crazy and my calm and quiet home turns into a home full of kids screaming and crying. Lovely. (I seriously think there is something magical about both the phone and the car that make my kids go crazy . . . more about that another time though.) (more…)