Tonight I found myself eating a grilled cheese sandwich off of a make-shift toilet paper plate. It's such a long, confusing explanation, I can't even get into it.
I sent my oldest son to his room at four-thirty this afternoon and told him he had to stay there until tomorrow morning. Then Andrew and I decided to go visit my parents, and I didn't want to leave Cameron home alone in a supposed blizzard, so I let him out. All my preaching of follow-through and commitment came back to haunt me.
I started reading Leo Tolstoy. Not as bad as I was expecting.
I played this kid's game three times because apparently I am seven years old and find it endlessly amusing. I entered in all the foods I ate for real today, and the game showed me a tombstone with my name and date of death on it. Sadly, it was next year. Ok, not really...but I'm pretty sure I'm a huge disappointment to Regina Benjamin and Michelle Obama. I'm over it though, because my Dr. Pepper and sour gummy worms are oh, so good.
Andrew showed off his winter driving skills. We didn't die.
I transcribed another two pages in my step-grandma's personal history. Only a hundred and fifty or so to go.
I realized I need to re-learn how to blog without an audience. The fewer unspoken rules there are, the harder it is.
I promised myself I'd be in bed by ten-thirty, and I only failed by an hour.
I miss the days when I didn't blog for an audience. It was so much more pure then. :(
ReplyDeleteI hope the toilet paper was quilted--just for that added touch of elegance.
ReplyDeleteHappy Monday. The week ahead looks better? No?
Ahh. I'm starting to wonder if kids can just live in their rooms. I mean, is there really any need for them to be out destroying my space? *sigh*
ReplyDeleteSo why am I trying to breed again? (::reads handle::....Oh. Right.)
I'm glad you made bedtime by only +1 hr. An hour is close.
I hope this weeks sees you moving up to kleenex or paper towels... ;o)