February 10, 2009

I've worn the same clothes for three days in a row now. I feel too guilty to put on clean clothes if I don’t feel completely clean myself. So…it’s been three days since I have taken a good shower—only little dinky ones where I either haven’t washed my hair or haven’t really soaped up or didn’t shave my legs. And that’s how we get to the sad part—I haven’t shaved my legs and yet the outfit that I chose three days ago happens to be partly made up of shorts.

Today’s mixture for snacking in between breakfast and lunch for Euphie and Adelaide consisted of Cheerios, Corn Pops, and Goldfish. I figured the Goldfish and Corn Pops would give it those nice dual flavors—like chocolate covered pretzels—I love those things. But I’m a mom who really cares about balanced meals—even just for a snack-- so I threw some shredded deli turkey meat and string cheese on top.

Adelaide is at that developmental stage where kisses and head butts are easily confused. Luckily, the action, which is still rare in occurrence, is preceded by the appropriate MMMMMMM kissing sound. This sound tends to make a person look towards her—eager to receive her kiss—instead of away in a more rational dodging of the attack. If you think about it, though, my bloody, fat lip is really just proof that she gave me one.

Tonight was the weekly cheap meal of breakfast-for-dinner. Before the parallel weekly fast food replacement for me and Frankie came into effect, Grammy came downstairs feeling sick. Buying into the all too common assumption that Burger King is the best answer to an ailing stomach, the previous dinner plan was scrapped. The onion rings failed to come through for Grammy, but Frankie didn’t have to go out and I got a night Dr Pepper in addition to my afternoon one. Success!