It’s been one of those days. Just weird. It’s one of those days when you realize that thing you did that seems to have happened so long ago was yesterday…or was it this morning? This Saturday, August 10th, 2013, has been a complete blur. It started with pancakes, there were some bathroom trips thrown in (the almost two-year old is back on the bandwagon!). At one point I woke up on the couch with a faint taste of stale chocolate in my mouth. Is that even a thing?
I wrestled a two pound frozen block of chili with my bare, frost-bitten hands as I worked to chisel out a piece of the double-walled Ziploc bag that had been left fused to the INSIDE of the misshapen leftovers after Mrs. Genius here tried to forcefully remove it from said bag. (let’s just say I’ve been known to not exactly “think things through” during moments of hunger/anger). To keep from cursing whilst wielding a knife, whilst teetering atop the toddler’s stool (for leverage), I imagined myself as a skillful paleontologist working carefully, chiseling back the layers of age and frozen tomato juice. Seventeen minutes and three “Girls, don’t ever do what Mamma is doing right now; we do not play with knives” later, dinner was free.
Ok, so that last part wasn’t such a blur, but we washed off the rest of the day in the pool while the dinosaur, er, dinner warmed itself into a bubbling goodness. We found Wallace, the girls fed us pretend water from their tiny cupped hands (anything to push off bedtime, I guess), caught up on my Feedly, and now I’m off to what promises to be a delightfully boring date with a perfectly cooled pillow.
Happy Day, folks.