|
PotterPuffs are love
Title du jour:
Ramblings and stuff ... and a bit of rantings. Just for good measure.
2007-01-23 - 4:38 p.m.
|
Did I mention that one reason why I had the crazy dream in the previous post could be due to the fact that I ate a pint of Ben and Jerry's Dublin Mudslide? (It was delicious - Irish cream and cookies with coffee-fudge ... and I'm a terrible Mormon for loving those flavors. ... But they're SO delicious. If I wasn't LDS, I'd be spending waaaaaaay too much money at places like Starbucks. Good thing I AM LDS. Or else I'd be POOR.)(Or work at Hooters or something terrible like that.) Today, Zoë wasn't having ANY of storytime at our old library. She was tired. I was tired. And stressed. So we chatted a bit with Louie, got my books on hold and went home. Bruce didn't nap much ... if at all. But I played my mean-mom-who-NEEDS-some-alone-time card and left him in the crib for a bit. They woke up before I was ready to deal with them (as much as I love them, today hasn't been our best day), they ate, got changed, played, screamed, played, screamed, went back into the crib while I wanted to take a nap (but couldn't since I was listening to a orchestra of shrieking) and read instead. And fielded a phone call. I'm still tired. The first thing that clued me off that I was tired was when I got really dizzy in the library parking lot, putting the kiddos in their car seats. Not my best moment. We'll see how I do at my first Webelos meeting. Yeah, I'm now a leader (one of wuite a few) of a small scoop of boy trouts. Wish me luck. I've never done anything with boy scouts ... except have a slight crush on one when I was in the fourth grade. (There were rumors swimming around of him and me kissing, but that never happened. The closest we got was swinging next to each other in the "superman" style. Good times, those. I wonder where Chuck is nowadays? I hope he's happy and doing swell. He deserves it. Nice guy, that one.)(I wasn't ready for a relationship. That and I moved. For a year. He was gone when I got back. Not that I, as a mature sixth-grader was allowed to date. And my options were terribly limited. And ... like I said, no Chuck. It could have been nice. Maybe.) Now my kiddos are shrieking at me again. They both have colds. I'm taking the rest of this week off from social stuff (theirs): the church ward playdate tomorrow, Storytime at the local library ... it's naptimes and feedings and quiet days. Since with the falderol yesterday and today, I need QUIET. AND PEACE. I feel like a crap mother today. Nearly all I do is met by craying, so I get brusque and irritable. Yeah, one of those days where you feel like chewing your own arm off just to ... do something. Blargh. I'm just a hoot today, aren't I? Just wait. Maybe I'll kick some puppies for an encore. (Can you tell that as I'm typing my dear ones are screaming? And that I yelled at them? And that my jaw is tight? And that my fingers are hitting the keys just a little more harshly than needed?????????????) Okay, I have to go. And drown myself in the toilet or something. Yeah, if I weren't LDS, I think I'd be drinking. Way too much. Don't worry. I'll be better tomorrow. I just need some quiet and some rest and maybe some hideous auditions on American Idol. And all will be as right as rain. Now to deal with the cause of my insanity. Wish me luck.
 This is where you insert a clever title. 'Cause I'm just not coming up with one. I tried.
|
