Hello, and welcome to my random thoughts...
- Bath time tonight featured a mushroom and two fireman stickers - stickers which say, "I visit fire sashun," according to River. The mushroom came from the fridge, a treasure pilfered while Thom got the cat food out to give the beasts their evening meal. River clung to the mushroom while brushing his teeth then put it on top of the stickers on the edge of the tub when he got in. The mushroom made it through the end of the bath and naked hide-and-seek and the pajama wrestle. It met an untimely end just before bedtime when River took a large bite and immediately spit it out saying, "Yucky."
- A plant in our house seems to be thriving in spite of the fact that I don't remember watering it since February.
- I really have to be careful about what I wish for. During a wicked bout of insomnia last night I thought, "I'd really like to snuggle River right now." Cue the immediate, intense cries from his room. After I brought him to bed for "just a little while", he proceeded to roll around for an hour and a half while I wobbled in and out of a delirious fog. Needless to say, nobody got enough sleep last night.
- I'm craving fast food lately - horrible things like Taco Bell and Wendy's - and I think it mainly stems from my lack of sleep and even greater lack of exercise. It's like the fat cells in my body are lonely and want to create more friends. Tonight I turned my urge for a Wendy's baked potato with broccoli and cheese-like-substance into a much healthier homemade version. I also realized that River would never eat a baked potato, but he doesn't know the difference between a french fry cooked in a bucket of fat and a french fry baked with cooking spray. One round goes to The Mom!
- Spring is here, leading to thoughts of BBQs, lounging on the deck, and soaking in the sun. It's funny, but none of those dreams feature the rusted bistro set that comprises the whole of our patio furniture. In order to make space for our imaginary new outdoor furniture we have to clear off the detritus from the deck - an ugly and overwhelming collection of junk we moved from our old house to the new one because we were too lazy to deal with it at the time. I feel embarrassed every time I walk out there, imagining we look like the Cambridge version of the Beverly Hillbillies with computer parts, empty sewing machine boxes, and hippy baby paraphernalia stacked near to the roof. Add it to the never-ending list of projects. Thom's folks have owned their home for almost 30 years now and they still have projects to work on just about every weekend. I guess I don't mind the idea of constantly working on the house as long as we get to enjoy it a little bit too.
- The Monstrosity is complete. Now I never want to look at it again. Just tell that to the little boy who now has a playground in his back yard. Does that kid have any clue how good he has it?
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