19 August 2010

A Confession


First let me come clean.  I'm pregnant.

Now, let the next thirty-one weeks commence where I talk of nothing else except my growing belly, appetite and need for Cheetos.  Not really, but I will say this; I'm tired.  So tired that normal everyday tasks that should only take me a few minutes suddenly sit around, unfinished, for days at a time.  Examples?  The dishwasher, the dirty dishes, groceries (the non-perishable ones, duh), folding the laundry, making the bed.  I mean, there are much better things to do, like, stuff handfuls of popcorn in my mouth while watching all the episodes of Angel, in order.  Don't judge me, I am returning to school in a few weeks; maybe this is just me trying desperately to channel myself as a Freshman in college?  Who the heck knows.  What I do know that my "golden time," or nap time as it is commonly called, was once used to clean, cook, tidy up, rest and blog.  Well, you know how much blogging I've done of late; and I like to do that, can you imagine how much of the other has been done?

One thing I can say is, Thank God for having our house on the market.  As much of a pain in the ass it has been to keep this place show worthy almost everyday, at least I have a reason that I can't ignore to keep it that way.  Except for the groceries, or the dishes.  Those get done at the last minute, as I'm spraying Oust in the air to hurriedly try and cover up the smell of the frozen pizza I made for dinner last night.  Because if I'm not cleaning, I'm sure as hell not cooking either.

09 August 2010

Lady in the Sky, With Broccoli


We've had a whirlwind, chaotic, hectic, exciting week.  It was a week of fixes, car naps, quick meals and heat.  Oh, the heat!  I finally feel like today we had the chance to tone things down and take a breath.  The Little Lady and I were left to our devices for the evening while the Mr. took a much deserved night off.  We had a light dinner and then went outside for our favorite pre-bed activity, Bubble Chasing.  (Well, she chases, I blow).  The following conversation ensued.

Laying in the grass:

MP: Hey LL, look at all those clouds!

LL:  Yeah mom, clouds.

MP:  What do you see up there?  I see bunny ears!

LL:  They just puffy mama.

MP: (Humph, this might not work...)

LL:  Mama, I see Lady!

MP: (Getting excited)  That's great, what's she doing?

LL:  Lady in Sky, with Broccoli.  I like Broccoli!

MP: Well, yes, it does look like broccoli.  What else do you see?

LL:  Poop in a glass.  Hahaha, mama, poop in a glass!

And here ends what could have been a touching, lasting mama-daughter moment.  I hesitate to call it memorable, although I'm pretty sure this one will be hard to forget.


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