This morning I drank a smoothie while making scrambled eggs with cheese, raisin toast, and bacon for the rest of the humans in the house. Then I ate a piece of raisin toast and called it a win.
In the course of living today, I:
- jammed copper wire from the pan scrubber under my thumbnail
- had a stack of four garbage cans roll over my big toe because I wore flipflops to Lowes
- broke a nail while doing dishes
- took a baby skull to the cheekbone
- spent 20 minutes trying to convince G to nap but really just getting kicked in the boobs a lot
- crawled across the floor and managed to put my knee, the one with the big-ass scab on it from falling two weeks ago, right onto an alphabet block
- wrenched my shoulder, the problematic one, while picking up G at a bad angle
- walked into a bag of Sakrete on a shelf at Lowes, jamming my upper arm into the corner of it
- I don’t even know why my left hand hurts but it does
Did you know that if you sprinkle cheerios onto beef-and-bean enchiladas, like a garnish or a seasoning, the toddler whose dinosaur divided plate holds said enchiladas and cheerios will be compelled to eat the cheerios, because toddler, and then will also eat the enchiladas beneath the cheerios despite rejecting said enchiladas not 10 minutes earlier? Because cheerios are the ultimate in food and make everything better.
Note: This does not work on sauteed spinach. Sauteed spinach is for losers, and the toddler will just pull the spinach off the cheerios before eating them.
The kid who lives in my house can now wash her own face (badly), brush her own hair (badly), open the refrigerator (too easily), close any and all doors (so far, with her on the correct side), and independently travels around our home.
I think I’m not going to have a full two-day weekend where I am home and not working until late May. I’m trying not to dwell on this. I chose this life, I love my work, it’s exciting times, and I’m doing good things. But man, would I like to disconnect for a few days in a row…
We took the crib side off of her bed, and made it a toddler bed. Because, hell, she doesn’t sleep in it, so we might as well make it into a little book-reading couch.
Jack has moved in. He sleeps there, now. Screw you guys, this is my new house.
I washed all the dishes ever to dish today. Justin emptied, vacuumed, sorted, dusted, and windexed both cars. We ate homemade breakfast, ran errands and went to four stores, and were home by 10:30 am.
I have no idea who we are anymore. Strangely competent (and yet fully incompetent) adult-type people, I guess.
I have not yet exercised or meditated, but I played with my kid without distractions, I did at least 30 minutes of housework, I made a food plan and stuck to it, and I cooked food for my family. All of those are daily goals, and I did them. I’ll see about the meditation and exercise after I do a few hours of work.
And the whole “get 10 hours of sleep” thing can just go crawl back under its rock, because BWAHAHAHAHA.
I’d like to crochet a blanket for Gwyn, inspired by Wee Liam’s blankies that come with him on Fridays. Then I think about my life and I just set aside that desire for some other time.
Maybe while we’re at Pennsic. I can crochet in garb.
There is a flying pig on Gwyneth’s new carpet. It’s awesome. When pigs fly, dude. When pigs fly.