Today’s entry brought to you by the letter C, the number 0, and Tide With Bleach Alternative. Because I said so. Don’t make me come back there.
Call me a wimp, but once the temperature hits honest-to-goodness 0 degrees, I’m all done with winter. And this morning–as an added bonus–we have a wind chill advisory. Blah blah cold front blah blah frigid temps blah blah risk of frostbite. Translation: It is really goddamn cold out there, and also windy, and meteorologists have to feed their families, too, so please act like this is startling information and also remember to button up.
Chickadee still loves her hair, this morning, and much to my delight and relief she pops out of bed looking lovely; ten seconds with the brush (which she can now do a decent job of, all by herself!) and she’s good to go. Great joy all around! Well, almost. Monkey is a little bit bent out of shape on account of he doesn’t have anything “newish and ‘citing” you know. I almost managed to keep a straight face while he announced that he was gonna grow his hair out like Chickadee’s so he could be “flippy” too. I told him I was game, and suggested he share that excellent idea with his father.
In yet another demonstration of how differently our minds work, one can glean a lot about parenting by surveying the children’s underpants. (Okay, that came out a lot more creepy than I meant.) The kids have a separate stash of socks, underwear, and jammies at Daddy’s house. Of course, every so often I end up with some of these items in my laundry, and vice versa, and we do our best to launder and return. So today I’m sorting laundry, and here’s the underwear I bought for the kids: clearance items all, and fairly generic. Now here’s the undies Fun Daddy purchased: character, glow-in-the-dark stuff. My son has been allowed to venture out with a glowing bat signal on his crotch… for those late night emergencies when the power is out, I suppose.
What a Waste
I happened to buy a little t-shirt on clearance last week which I put on this morning, and as I walked back into the bathroom to brush my hair I caught sight of myself in the mirror and stopped dead. Ever have a moment like that? This layering shirt I grabbed because it was a few bucks fits me just so and I looked… awesome. I vowed to return to the store and look for more, and then I covered it all up with a gigantic bulky sweater because did I mention that it is zero degrees outside thankyouverymuch?? Has anyone seen my boobs…? They were here a minute ago….
I had a dream last night that I took the kids to see the Corn Palace. It was the middle of summer, and much to their delight, the walls started turning into popcorn due to the heat. You know who you are, you who are causing me to have WEIRD dreams… knock it off. That was bizarre even for me.