I feel quite certain that I shall be full to the brim from Easter dinner for several days. It can't be possible to consume that quantity of food (Christ is risen; let's eat!) and be hungry again in the same week. But when there's a table spread with good eats from end to end, the rule is that you just keep eating until you can no longer reach for more food for fear of buttons popping off your clothing and putting out the eye(s) of your neighbor. And when Jesus did that whole "should you remove the beam from your own eye before tending to the speck in your brother's" story, I don't really...
When I buy Girl Scout Cookies (and I always buy Girl Scout Cookies, only because it's a good cause... shut up) I put them in my deep freeze in the basement. I suffer from the delusion that 1) freezing them and 2) making them slightly harder to access will stop me from inhaling them all within the first week. Being the logical person that I am, I make deals with myself. If I do the dishes, I can have some shortbread. If I fold the laundry and put it away, I deserve some thin mints. And tonight I want to do nothing more than vegetate in front of the television, or perhaps just go straight to...
Yes yes... I know... for you, dear readers, there was never a departure from boring. Ever since I started working again, a huge percentage of my life has become Off Limits as blog fodder; hence my entries have become rarer, less interesting, and decidedly more cheerful, which--as we all know--results in way less of The Funny. But it turns out that for me this weekend's visit from my father and stepmom was a welcome departure from boring, and as they have now headed home, it's back to Regular Life here at Casa Mir. [Except for this brief non-sequitor: I had a most entertaining IM conversation...
Hey, the kids are still alive, I still have a job, AND I got to have Chinese food last night. In addition, I made it in to work for half a day, Monkey is somewhat better (must have been that single ounce of juice working its curative power), and my parents are here visiting and buying Chinese food and entertaining my children and having actual mealtime conversations with me that do not involve 1) burping, 2) discussing the relative merits of the different skills of the Teen Titans, or 3) declaring that they will not go to sleep and I can't make them, so there. So life is pretty good. Soon we...
I managed to work at my new job for two weeks--ten business days--without bothering to investigate the contents of my desk. It turns out that my desk is a veritable treasure trove. Just one more benefit of my cool new job, I guess. Now I know exactly what my desk holds. I also know exactly what snacks are available in the kitchen, and where the paper plates live. And--all things considered--I think that crossing half the items off of my to-do list for today was pretty good. A lesser woman would have accomplished less. A less patient woman would've been apprehended stuffing a small child into...
The last few days have been eye-opening ones for me. This is not to say that I've actually learned anything. Oh, no! That would make far too much sense. My eyes have widened merely due to a vague sense of "Oh, crap." But perhaps someone smarter than myself can glean some lessons from my experience. Or maybe you'll just point and laugh. Either way. 1) Murphy's Law holds that you will always be throwing away the packaging from chicken just after emptying the trash. Always. This is not a new happening; I can't even pretend to be surprised that I approached the trash with a styrofoam tray and...
(Please sing to the tune of "Anticipation" in your head. Or out loud, if you like that sort of thing.) I never knew about the days to come But I tried to face them anyway And I wonder if I got everything done Or if I'll be up late another day Organization, Organization Is keeping me sane Is keeping me running Four loads of laundry, groceries, valentines, and more Dishes, errands, and a movie night Work's done; now, jammies and popcorn and kids They snuggle into me and everything is just right Organization, Organization Is keeping me sane Is keeping me running And tomorrow we head back to...
My alarm went off at 5:45, and believe it or not, that was one of the highlights of my day. At that point, I still believed myself a capable human. It was a good--if brief--belief. This morning I was a paragon of organization. I ordered Chickadee to TAKE HER PILL RIGHT NOW before I'd given her anything to drink so that she could swallow it. I took out a box of pop-tarts for Monkey that was... empty. So I threw it away and took out a second box that was... also empty. Then I took out a THIRD box (shut UP) and put it on the table for him and asked him later why he wasn't eating. It was, of...
So, um, it's only the first day of work for me, and I was all pumped to get the kids and have some family time and I was so pleased that I had a lovely dinner planned and the evening was going to go ever so smoothly. Right now, my planned dinner is taking longer than anticipated to cook (which isn't really an issue since I've already been informed they don't want that), neither child wanted to talk to me and insisted they needed to rest in front of the television first, and instead of mulling over my first day I am instead vascillating between dreamy reflection on my fabulous weekend and...
