Thursday, February 27, 2014

Taco toast

"So, Max made his own toast this morning. I noticed the cumin was on the counter next to the sugar. He used cumin, instead of cinnamon. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to make him feel bad," Bill said.
"Ewwww! Did he eat it?!"
"Every last bite."

Honest mistake (if your sense of smell isn't too keen)...

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

what the F*CK Juan Pablo?!

I can't believe Renee got sent home.
Why make her go all the way back to Miami for the stupid rose ceremony?
He said he wouldn't do that to her, that he wouldn't take time away from her son if he knew she wasn't the one.
I don't even care who he ends up with, but that was such a douche-y move.

Yes, I watch/am obsessed with the Bachelor (the show, not the bachelor himself...ewww to both, but super-ewww to JP).
This drivel had me stress-eating ice cream last night.
You are better off, Renee... 

I only have a few guilty pleasures...this is probably the guiltiest of them all.
I mean, I stopped wearing orange Crocs a long time ago...

  
 

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

coping

Guess what? It snowed again last night...
Let's just {emphatically} say I don't love shoveling anymore.
While I haven't been riding my bike at all, I have found some new coping strategies and this winter can, quite frankly, eat a dick.
Riding has been replaced with:
  • karaoke with strangers (I mean, we're friends on Facebook and I was in Brownies with one of the girls, like, thirty-two years ago...) 
  • riding the R5 for a "fun" change of scenery and excellent people-watching (three weekends in a row)...oh, I get off the train in the city, don't worry (too much)
  • eating (brownies, cookies, too much homemade fried rice, tacos, guac, brownies, goldfish...anything in sight all. day. long)
  • cutting my hair impulsively 
  • rollerskating (is there any need to elaborate on this one? I think not...)
  • snowshoeing (we'll be doing this til March, right?)
  • mortifying/entertaining my kids with impromptu dance-offs  
  • taking inventory of all the unsightly/broken/old things in our home that need some help and/or replacing (our bed, the carpets, the struggling HVAC system, various kitchen appliances of varying importance, the paint, our living room furniture...)
  • eating (oh, I said that one already)
One month til Spring.
Let's go, let's go, let's go...

Thursday, February 13, 2014

like, seriously snowed in...

Needless to say, school was closed yet again today (we've used up all our snow days, spring break is down to one day maybe...oh, and the kids will be in school til August at this rate).
Today was bad.
Our heat is limping along, barely circulating air, most of which is cold.
We're making do with a few space heaters and warm clothes...I mean, we have power and for that, I'm grateful.
Anyway, yeah...today was bad.
All four of us experienced various meltdowns and at one point Max and Maeve were wailing simultaneously...something about a Lego tower and cookies and Armageddon.
So.
Tonight, when the phone rang around 8pm, Max called from his room, "Is it school? Are we off?"
I recognized the number as the school district's automated message service, but I picked up the phone and started talking to "my mom."
Yes, school is cancelled tomorrow, too.
"Who was it, mom?" he asked.
"Oh, just grammy...get some sleep, you might have school tomorrow, no word yet...sorry."

Is that bad?
I'm a horrible person.
Happy almost Valentine's Day.

Friday, February 7, 2014

If we're being honest...

I'm losing my shit.
We've been iced in, quite literally...
Max is starting to look like Danny from the Shining.
This week has brought us a snow storm and the Icepocolypse.
We were fortunate to have our power restored pretty quickly, so I'm not bitching about Old Man Winter or PECO or anything like that...
I'm bitching about my severely lacking parenting skillz...I just got worse and worse with each passing day (snow days compounded by cabin fever and a sick kid...it all added up to a near-meltdown on my part in a hurry).
I used to be so patient. 
It's Friday night, finally the end of this horrendous week and I'm just too fried to make a decision or think straight.
The baby's crying, still getting over bronchitis, and I'm looking at Bill like what do I do??
I can't even troubleshoot my own kid (and, jeez, it's my second time around).

Phew. 
Still.
We have electricity, a warm home, food that hasn't spoiled, hot showers...
It's been a rough week for many; by comparison, I really shouldn't gripe.
About anything.
I think I just need to get out of the house.



Monday, February 3, 2014

Hi, February.

Hello.
It's a new month.
It's snowing again.
Our little girl has bronchitis (and is taking it like a champ...a tired, snotty, chunky-cough champ). This is the first time she's been sick and I was surprised to see her so chill, just sitting on the couch for a solid hour this morning watching cartoons and picking at some cereal.
Poor thing.

We registered for Singlespeed-a-palooza.
I needed a goal to get me back in the habit, back in my mode...
There it is, April 13th.
A goal, a commitment.
A little over two months to get my ass in gear.

...and the snow keeps falling.