Wearing my snow pants today 1) they looked lonely in the closet 2) we won’t get to ski this year because little J isn’t walking yet… Putting him on skis may be problematic 3) it’s 32 degrees (good grief phx, this is skiing weather, not “living in phx” weather 4) there is actually snow dusted on the mountains. Hell hath officially frozen over.
I have a mental checklist that goes something like this: “Because of the amount of concentration required, I will do X, Y & Z when Joshua goes to sleep at night.” Too bad at the end of the day, I don’t have enough concentration to remember what X, Y & Z are. Screw it. Chocolate.
While bathing J tonight, one of the cats was lurking around the tub perimeter. She must have misjudged her jump because before I know it, the cat was floating in the tub with a very delighted 14-month-old. I should charge admission.
So I was in the movie theater with my dear husband on a much needed-date and as usual, I was making gesticulations and facial expressions at the screen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone laughing at a part that’s not supposed to be funny. He was totally dying just watching me! I grinned a huge grin and thought, this is when most normal people would shrink into their seat in abject embarrassment. But my embarrassment button is totally broken. It broke back when I was like, born. I relish my idiosyncrasies. Which means, my kids are doomed to have the most embarrassing mom on the planet.
Today, I cleaned up dog puke and kid puke. I’m really hoping the cats will leave me a hairball because that would complete the circle of irony and I could go to sleep a happy woman.