A Favourite Winter Warmer

With winter settling in, we naturally begin to enjoy all things warm and comforting. This includes breakfast for us. This is one recipe that I'm sure is going to be well used over this winter period. It's our 'Apple Cinnamon Oats' ... and it's delicious!

• 1 cup steel cut oats
• 3 1/2 cups water
• 1 cup peeled and chopped apple
• 1/2 cup craisons (dried cranberries)
• 2 tablespoons butter
• 1 tablespoon ground cinnamon
• 2 tablespoons brown sugar
• 1 teaspoon vanilla extract

 

I simply add all the ingredients into the slow cooker, and cook it over night. It's so easy and the house smells amazing when we wake up in the morning! I enjoy having a dollop of natural Greek yoghurt on mine!

Give it a go! Let me know what you think! 

Endless ...

This homeschooling thing is hard. 

Very hard.

I never thought it would be a walk in the park, that's for sure; but I still had no idea how hard it would be. I suppose that's how life works really; not having a full comprehension of a situation until you find yourself in the middle of it. 

I WISH I HAD A MAGIC WAND.

This morning I woke to no milk at all and the DESPERATE need for a strong, strong hot coffee. 

I find it amusing how the difficult days seem to be the ones that are always in slow motion. Fizzing out brain cells one repeat at time. For example, I've lost count of how many times I've repeated the instructions, "do your school work", "sit still", "listen to what I'm saying", "stop starring up at the spider in his web who's going about his day, when you're supposed to be DOING YOUR SCHOOLWORK!". 

At least the spider's being productive.

I've entered the world of 'endless'. 

Endless questions, endless cleaning, endless instructions, endless interruptions, endless noise, endless fights to settle, endless unfinished thoughts, endless errands, endless washing ... and then ...

... then, my thirteen year old son comes and wraps me in a long embrace. Exhale.

My eight year old daughter comes and happily announces, "You're the best mummy in the world!".

Even with all my mess and my stuff ups, that's how they see me. That's how my God sees me. Exhale.

NOTHING will ever be perfect,  but even in my world of 'endless' ... I'm perfectly blessed.