Hello, and welcome to the new week! This week's motto is "Can't possibly be as bad as last week," and so far it's really living up to expectations! Here's a few ways you might be able to tell if it's time to rejoin civilization: 1) The hampers are overflowing and the closets and dressers are empty; 2) The tree is half-trimmed and surrounded by boxes; 3) An earnest woman calls to ask if your child will be coming to her child's birthday party, and you have to confess that you have a week's worth of unopened mail and so you didn't even realize there was an invitation; 4) The dishwasher is full...
The children are upbeat and still enjoying all of the attention they are receiving. Normally I would expect the celebrity status to start tapering off, now, but no! It is always exciting to look like someone punched you in the face! And today was the day that they both started developing black eyes--more accurately, in their case (so far), green eyes--so the fascination with their survivor status has only heightened. Chickadee came home from school with a new bandage on her head, as she'd felt the need to show off the actual stitches, and then of course had to go down to the nurse to be...
Ever have one of those days where it feels like you're working through a series of things, but nothing ever actually gets COMPLETED? Busy busy busy and in the end, you have nearly as much to do as you started out with. At least it seems that way. *crickets chirp* Okay, well, I can see that this is something that only happens to me. Nevermind! I mean, I got SO MUCH done today! For example, I drove a carload of toys around town today, which I'm sure has been really beneficial to the poor. Yeah. Um. Well, the idea was to drop them off for donation, but first I went to one drop-off location...
Today was so boring, that if I told you every single thing I'd done since I got dressed, there would be nothing to tell. Admittedly, that's because I'm still in my jammies. But I don't know, there is (to me) something very comforting about a day spent on the couch with the kids, watching cartoons and hanging out and just generally being slugs. Sure, I could've been cleaning or getting out Christmas decorations or shoveling the driveway or buying groceries, but, um... uhhhh... well, I'm sure I had a good reason. So I wore my jammies all day, and Chickadee wore her jammies for part of the day...
I hope that everyone had a grand Thanksgiving, filled with good food and merriment and most importantly, PIE. Mmmmmm... pie. I, myself, had a wonderful day. Oh, sure, there were a few little things I may have changed. But aren't there always? In general the day was filled with all of the things I love the best. My children were ANGELIC and so I did spend some time searching for the pods from which they'd sprung, but after a day of food and play we returned home and they melted down and soon the cries of "SHE HIT ME IN THE EYE!" and "HE WALKED INTO MY FINGERS!" assured me that they were okay,...
Today was the kind of day that makes you want to run out into the yard and play ring around the rosey with woodland creatures. Or I suspect it would, for people who aren't dead inside and somewhat sluggish from the consumption of twelve pounds of candy in the last 24 hours. But suffice it to say that it's not normally 70 degrees and sunny on November 1st, around here. What I should've done today was rake leaves and tend to my yard. I considered it, actually. Then I came up with a whole list of things I'd rather do than rake. The list included such goodies as accidentally dye my hair black...
I have some friends who are Party People. I don't mean they like to party as in, go out trolling at bars and getting hammered. Puh-lease. We are all, um, old, and mostly married, with small kids. No, here in suburbia we have family parties and get hammered while our children run around and punch each other. Ahahahahaha! I kid. First of all, most injuries are of the "he fell on me on the trampoline" variety. Second, not everyone gets hammered. For example, I am generally too paranoid to drink at all when I have the kids with me, given that a single drink is likely to make me loopy. Plus,...
I've been running about three hours behind ALL DAY. Could someone please find me a few extra hours? Pretty please? Also, it would be good if someone would be kind enough to get the "Nookie" earworm out of my head. I do hereby solemnly swear that I most certainly did NOT take that cookie and stick it up my... ummm... anything. I just ATE the cookie. And by cookie I mean COOKIE, nothing else. Sheesh. So, uh, by way of illustration, I'll just mention that I got the kids off to school and then worked feverishly in my pajamas until... umm... lunchtime. Then I had a shower and put on real clothes...
It was dark when we got up today. Daaaark. In the morning. I hate that. Also, it's still raining. Plus: Hey, I can't possibly be expected to mow or rake in this sort of weather. Minus: I can't put out the Halloween decorations without a measure or two more of motherly commitment than I currently possess. Apropos of nothing: I think I should have my hearing checked. Here in the Land O' Dunkin Donuts they keep running this commercial for the new vanilla spice coffee. Twice now I have been COMPLETELY POSITIVE that they were hawking "new liver spice coffee!" It's not that I've been drinking...
