Overdue Recap.

Hey, peeps.

I've got so much to say and my mind just hasn't given me the chance to say it lately.

It's Saturday night and today I went to two birthday parties with my daughter, and a baby sprinkle for a friend. It was fun, having a few hours in the midst of 5 and 6yo chaos, to have grown-up conversation. And eat a grown-up meal.

And it snowed today.

I mean ALL DAY LONG.

Look at how pretty my backyard looks! And this was only about an hour or so into it all.

You'd think we'd be knee deep in it by now, but, alas, it's not sticking. So it's pretty, but not much to play in. For the kiddo - of course. Not me.

I was happy it was cold enough that I could wear my new (ish-I wore them once or twice before) boots. I bought them before the season with hopes I'd get to wear them at all. And they're cute, and comfortable. And kind of cozy, too.

I'm trying to find them on Skechers' website without any luck. But trust me. They're cute.

You'd think after a party-filled day that included McDonald's with Daddy and the play area and a cookie, two cupcakes (icing only) and an ice cream dixie cup (are they even called that anymore?) my kiddo would be crashed by now, right? Wrong. She's watching Despicable Me and standing/sliding around with/on her scooter. Oops. By the way? I love this movie. Did you know there is a sequel coming out? I canNOT wait. Seriously. tee hee.

Also, if you didn't know, my kiddo turned six last weekend. I started to write a post and just let myself get caught up in celebrating her and enjoying our time together and decided, you know what? I'm going to skip it. For the time being, anyway. It's all good. Let's just say she had a great day.

We're closing in on the end of Girl Scout Cookie sales. Not quite there yet, but getting close. I have to order a few more cases, and it's not too late to order for the men and women of our military, so let me know if you'd like to do that and I can hook you up. These people are giving us their lives, friends. We can afford 3.50 to cover one box of cookies for them, right? It's like one latte or making 2-3 cups of regular simple ole java at home. Easy peasy. (What IS peasy, exactly? And who invented this saying?)

I was over at Shell's place yesterday. I shared my Things I Can't Say post. I had a lot to say. Not that I can't say it here, or won't, since I say almost any and everything, it just was something that came to me and seemed right. So I talk Mommy/Women Wars and I would love if you popped by and left a comment if you feel so inspired. Or not. It's all good with me.

And tomorrow or Monday I'll be over at Mama's Comfort Camp posting about my experience there and thoughts about what a new mom, old mom, ANY mom needs for her support system. Feel free to peek in over there and if I'm not up yet forgive me. I'll do my best to update as soon as I know it's live.

Alright, I think that's it. I'm tired. I need my own bed.

Oh, I also am monitoring my steps now. I got a FitBit Zip from Verizon Wireless (I'm a #VZWA - I think you knew that by now, but if not check it by looking up the hashtag on Twitter, because I'm too lazy to provide you a link here.) and am pretty excited. It's attached to me at al(most)l times. We'll see how it goes when I use it for the full day, because today's total steps is pretty dinky and I'm not sure I'm believing it.

Anyway - hi and hugs and bye and love and all that jazz to you all.

Also? What's with all these Facebook "meme" type things that ask you to name a movie title without an "s" in it (as if that's hard!) and a fruit or vegetable without an "a" (much, MUCH harder!)? I'm too tired to think about this hooey AND I need to stop a cat from attacking a box from a case of - fortunately empty - Girl Scout Cookies. And remember, Operation Cookie Drop, where you give to those who give so much to us all. $3.50, people. That. Is. All.

Tweet

Rambling ...

I'm sitting here staring at a blank page.

I've started and stopped. Deleted. Started again.

It's that weird time of the year. The holidays are beautiful, wonderful, special, so much more.

I really just want to bake cookies, drink hot chocolate spiked with pumpkin liquor, (though I've been doing coffee so far) and eat the cookies I've baked.

I might even try the infamous no-bake oatmeal, peanut butter, chocolate whatever-they're-called-its.

I tried them twice a few years ago, with no luck.

This weekend I made the Ritz cracker-cookies. Ever make them before?

I never had, but they really are so super easy.

Thanks to Amiyrah over at 4 hats and frugal for the reminder that they were an option. Click on over and she's got the recipe and the step-by-step for you.

For me? The best combo was semi-sweet chocolate chips, melted, for the "coating," and omg, fluff-like filling. I used Kraft Jet-Puffed cream or whatever it is called. Marshmallow middle. Dude, they taste like a ... uhm ... Mallowmars cookies.

Mellowmars? No. I am pretty sure it's Mallowmars. But I kind of like the Mellowmars mentality a little bit better. It just sounds right. Add in something warm and cozy, and some twinkling lights and relaxing, soothing music and you're good to go. Or I am. Kind of.

Anyway, where was I? Right, these are SO freakin' good. I need to get more chocolate chips. The vanilla ones I made I used Candi-Quik. Those are good, too, but the chocolate are better.

I'm planning on making some rocky road no-bakes, too. That's my name for them. I don't even know what to really call them, but they're SO good. I need a few minutes to get that done.

I actually have a few minutes, and instead I'm writing this post, and watching General Hospital. Because catching up on it is a good thing. Except some of the storylines are SOOO ridiculous. Blech. And others are fun and entertaining, and so on. And I'm avoiding the cooking/baking/prepping of the cookie items because I know I'll eat them. Probably too many of them.

Do you consider allergies when it comes to giving baked or non-baked goods as gifts these days? Seems like so many people have them now, and peanut butter is so much fun to work with. Not really - it's a mess - it just makes everything taste better, I think. Like everything. Ever given your kid ants on a log? Go for it. If s/he is like mine the PB will be the first thing to go!

Have you done all of your holiday shopping yet? We're mostly done here. After all, we're already on the fourth night of Chanukah tonight, and I've got that all covered. Christmas is coming and I think we're close to being ready for that, as well. It's tiring. Certainly. But we enjoy celebrating and it's worth it. And then sometimes it slips away from us and the huge hustle and bustle gets to me and I'm burned out and tired and slayed. Slayed? Slay-ed ... HA! Sleighed. I kind of like that better.

Humor. It's what gets us through sometimes, right?

For now I'm going to post just cause I'm in the mood to. And tomorrow I'll link up with Shell for Pour Your Heart Out. Because even though this isn't a heavy heart-ful post, it's got all of the things on my mind covered. For now.

Laytah, peeps! And a Happy Chanukah and a Ho! Ho! Ho! to you and yours.

Tweet

PYHO: What's on my mind

Some days I have 957 things on my mind. Other days I'd say it's just one.

What that one thing is and can be certainly varies from day to day.

But I have to confess, I don't go to sleep easily at night. I often have a case of the racing mind. You, too? Well, you can join me, then, as I share what my mind raced through last night as I tried to catch some ZZZs. And what may be the funniest thing of all is that this was on a good night. I actually got in bed at around 10 or so, played on the iPad, hung out on Twitter, and then by 11:30-ish I hit the wall. And then I started racing.

Too bad my body doesn't race this well. I'd have less to worry about if it did.

OK, so stay with me ... last night as I tried to shut my eyes I thought ...

I'm just so tired. I seriously wish I would fall asleep faster. I know that the doctor gave me something to take if I really need it, but I have always heard iffy things about it so I'm kind of afraid. Plus, what if it knocks me out so badly that when hubby leaves for work in the AM I won't hear the child when she wakes up? I mean, I know that's probably unlikely but if I could just fall asleep I'd feel better, ya know?

And OMG, I checked my email before bed and I am officially volunteering at TypeAConference! I'm shocked, thrilled, and holy crap, I have no idea how I am going to get there, or where I am going to stay. I need a roommate. Do I even know anyone going? Wow. I'm going to feel like a total loner. Maybe I should turn down the offer? But no, I totally WANT to go, and I want to volunteer as I have heard the most amazing things about this event and it would be the coolest thing ever to be able to be a part of it. Crap. I'm still going to totally freak out. Anyone I know going -- I think there are some people locally. I have to start asking now. Whew. I can't breathe.

No, I really can't breathe. It's not just anxiety, I seriously am unable to breathe through my nose. I think I have to go see an ENT. I mean, really. I think it's time. Either that or finally get to an allergist regularly. Or maybe actually find an acupuncturist here in NC. I miss Julie. She was my acupuncture-girl in NYC. That was like 5+ years ago, so what the hell am I doing thinking of her now? I know she'd kick this crap and gunk out of my nose and sinuses big time. Damn, I wish I could zap myself there in an instant. Although I wonder if she is still practicing in NYC. Sigh. She's probably in NJ by now.

I really need to call my friend Dawn. I never called on Feb. 4th for her son's birthday, and I have been thinking of her since then. I also wonder if my friend in California had her baby. I haven't spoken to her since I found out she was 4 months pregnant and that was months ago. I keep having bad feelings about it so I left her a message the other night and didn't even say anything because what if something went wrong?

G-d, I am seriously so tired. I wish I could shut my brain the way I shut my eyes. I think I have to pee. I'm too tired to get out of bed again. Did I brush my teeth? How can I forget if I actually brushed my teeth tonight? Is that even possible?

I wonder when my husband is coming up to bed. I hope I'm asleep, or maybe not, because then my snoring will keep him awake. It's not like I do it on purpose, and believe me, it's so totally unfair that when we are up here together he can shut off the TV after Jon Stewart or Stephen Colbert and turn over, shut his eyes and be snoring in like 5 minutes, I mean, really, who DOES that? So I kind of DO want to be asleep before he comes up because if not I'll just have to listen to him snoring and that would keep me awake even longer. Not to mention that I'm slightly cranky with him right now. But whatever. Doesn't matter since I'm so friggin tired I really just need to close my eyes and go to sleep!

Or something ...

This participating post in Pour Your Heart Out was brought to you by the letter "A" for Andrea's Anxiety. And "E" for exhaustion.

Tweet

Wordless Wednesday ~ Passed Out!

Tweet

How much sleep do you ...

Get? Need? Want? Has it changed over time? Are you ancient like me and just want to stay in bed? Although when I was younger I wanted to stay in bed, too. I like my bed. It's cozy, comfy, and safe (except from kitties and claws!) for me.

I always seem to want more than I get (who doesn't?), and yet I need less, most likely. But I also don't get enough, so if you can make sense of that then more power to you!

Just lazy, tired and need to get to bed. These past few nights have been way too late and so I figured I'd toss a question out there and let you respond! Now if I started a community we could talk amongst ourselves, but I'm lazy, remember? So I'll tweet it and send you here.

And then you can talk sleep to me. Or sleep talk. Or whatever works!

Sweet dreams, y'all!

Tweet

TGIF!

And this weekend hubby isn't OOT! Thank goodness.

I hope you're all well and enjoying decent weather. Come tell me about it so I can be jealous. We're getting rain, rain and more rain, and it makes me cranky. And headachey. And emotional. And makes me think a lot, about a lot of things.

Yeah, I know. We all go through those kinds of days. Weeks. Months. G-d hopes not years! I guess that I've just been over-thinking, and thinking, and re-thinking so many things, and it makes my head hurt. And I found myself writing a message to a friend earlier today and there were tears rolling down my face. I don't even know why.

Maybe it was the class I attended this week. Did I mention it was awful? It was awful. Anyway, I've started thinking about how it's been so long since I have contributed to the finances in our household, aside from saving pennies by clipping coupons, and saving pennies and other coins, literally.

And I know, I know that I spend time at home with my daughter, and because of that we don't have to pay for daycare, or preschool, or anyone to watch her. And I know that I also don't drive (yet!) and therefore don't have to concern myself with taking a course and paying for it, extra ga$ money, and whatever else I would need to consider. But this week, after having my lil one have a few play-with-friends moments, I started wondering.

I know most of you know I've been working from home for the past two months, and I am truly enjoying the experience. And I think that I'm doing what is right for me at this time. And yet I still struggle, in my mind, when it comes to finances and what I contribute/don't contribute. Perhaps this is the struggle in the mind of many a stay-at-home-mom. Perhaps not. But I can't imagine that it's just me and my inner turmoil. Others have to have experienced it, as well, right?

And so, I spoke with a woman who was sitting next to me at the horrible course the other day. I mentioned that I am fortunate enough to be able to stay home with my daughter, and she said, you're not fortunate, you made a choice. That has stuck with me. I did make a choice. We made a choice, as a family. And I think that it was the right one for us. It is the right choice. But my daughter won't be three forever. And so then what? Sigh.

I told you I was thinking too much.

And so, I continue to challenge myself with various concepts, ideas, readings and discussions. And sometimes they all happen completely within myself. But as I started to write this post and feel thankful for Friday, with hopes for a nice and relaxing family weekend, well, I guess it all just popped up and out. Go figure.

Thanks for listening. As always, you bloggy peeps rock.

Tweet

Mellow Monday

Hubby took today off. My parents are still visiting. It is pouring. Hubby took the wee one out for a car-ride aka: nap. He called and set a world record: 3 miles and she was out like a light.

I'm lazy. Tired. Stuffy. Chillaxin'. And did I mention lazy? No? Yeah, I did. You read me.

Hope you're all enjoying your day, that everyone has the day off and has better weather than we do here. Happy Monday to all and to all a good "afternoon!"

Tweet

When you go to bed at 1AM

Should it be a given that your child is going to wake up at 6?

And, as usual, not want to lay in bed with you and hubby, but move around, barely give you a chance to fall back to sleep, and crank crank crank the whole time?

Yeah ... I thought so. Thanks.

Any tips on how to get a toddler to STAY IN HER ROOM (short of locking her in) when she gets up too early, or at the very least wanting to go back to sleep in our bed for an hour or two (which would be totally cool with us at that point) please send them my way.

And again, thanks.


p.s. And no lectures on why I was up so late, I was actually working. I know, I know, WHAT-EVER. But I was. Did I have to do it til 1AM, no, probably not, but those are my better hours. Did I mention I'm not a morning person? Yeah, I think you got that by now.

Tweet

SO gross

WARNING: Not for the weak of stomach.

Last night I headed to bed early. And I really do mean early. Like went upstairs by 10PM. For me that's unheard of.

And on my way up the stairs, 1/2-eaten granola bar in hand, I stepped in it.

See, I leave the light off, as my daughter's bedroom is right at the top of the stairs. Her door is closed, and she has a nightlight that is bright enough to light up the friggin sky, so I don't know why I think she'd actually *see* the hall light go on or anything, but it's a force of habit, I guess.

And so, I stepped in it.

And my nice, loud reaction was "ARUGH!!!!" (She didn't wake up, thank G-d.)

Cat puke. And not just your normal hairball, or your normal spot of puke, but enough that I went toe deep in it. And nearly vomited.

Hubby basically said, 'Talk to me. What do you need?' What do you THINK I NEED????? He brought me a roll of paper towels. I cleaned up as best I could, after grabbing a baby wipe to clean off my foot (who says all that crap I have hanging off of the banister is a bad thing?) and went up to bed.

It's nasty. It's gross. And the only thing worse, well, I'm just glad it wasn't worse!

And good morning to you. I hope you've had your breakfast already. If not, I am truly sorry.

Tweet

SO tired.

I am so friggin tired right now. I feel like it's been ages since I have had a complete night of solid sleep. My daughter woke up nearly every night while we were away, regardless of her sleeping arrangements, or the temperature of the house we were in, the hotel, etc.

Yesterday after twelve hours (yes, I'm saying it again, what of it?) of a car ride which she of course slept the end of (from 8-11, give or take) and I napped for a bit of, she was wide awake when we got home. Ah, the joy of it all. Next year we stay home. I mean it. Please feel free to throw the book (or your computer) at me should there be a change in that plan next holiday season.

Anyway, she woke up at some point last night and I went into her room to join her on the floor. I swear, the amount of time I spent sleeping on either the floor or a twin-sized mattress on the floor the past week or so puts my college years to shame. I kid you not. And that's quite a challenge. I mean, come on, you have to know what I'm talking about. I can't be the only one who has crashed, fully clothed, on the floor of someone's dorm room that wasn't my own, or squeezed my butt cheeks into bed with a friend. A bed that was way too small for the two of us, let alone a third person. Seriously. Back then I am sure I was smaller, but still ... I did plenty of squeezing. Let's just say that now, as a mom, with a not-yet-3-year-old who tosses and turns more than anyone I have ever seen sleep, I barely had room for one cheek, let alone two. Sigh.

So, back to last night, which was probably this morning, but I never checked the time ... we were on the floor and she eventually fell out. That would be after a wet diaper change, a poopy diaper change, and some chatter that lasted way too long. Hubby could barely open her bedroom door as we were directly behind it. I barely remember how I heard him, when I looked up and saw a hand waving at me through a crack in the door. Of course, I went to bed and left her on the floor, figured that if I moved her she'd wake up immediately. Well, whatever. I barely had about ten non-floor-sleeping minutes and she woke up.

And today, with a repeat of the runny nose that has plagued her for most of the fall straight into these winter-y days, she is a crank pot and a half. Seriously crying over EVERY.SINGLE.THING. I mean EVERY. SINGLE. THING. And if it doesn't stop soon I'm going to lose it. Lose my friggin' mind. I'm so fletching exhausted. I know she is, too, but if she won't nap I'm at a loss here. Just close your eyes, would you? At the very least STOP with the crying. There is no need to cry because you stepped in some water that YOU spilled on the floor, is there? Oh lord. Please someone let me know when I get a true vacation. I mean, after all of this time w. the grandparents, I should feel slightly rested, right?

What? Why are you laughing at me? That's really not very nice. I'm tired. Cut me some slack here, would you?

p.s. Ssssh, she's watching her new Disney sing-along DVD. Don't move a muscle, we might be in the clear for the next 15 minutes or so ... many thanks to my brother and sister-in-law. Whew!

p.s.s. GREAT. D@mned cat is trying to break into the Ziplock of donuts and I had to get up. That's the end of that. Argh!!! Calgon (how old am I, I know!) take me away!

Tweet

Word-filled Wednesday!

OK, so I'm on hubby's work laptop so I don't have access to my image directory, and it's a quick hi from the snowy state of Maine. We arrived yesterday after a stop-over at a hotel at 1AM. Guess who slept from 8PM-1AM and then was awake until around FOUR? **Not me ...**

Today's agenda has us headed to a children's museum of some sort, and possibly a stop-over beforehand (after?) to meet Mr. Claus himself. Then there are dinner plans out later this evening (some place called the "Sea Dog" -- I think I've been there before, but people, I DON'T EAT SEAFOOD!!!!) where we'll meet up with my brother-in-law and his new lady friend. I'm a skeptic, and I'm trying to totally bite my tongue about all of this, but we'll see how it goes.

As for the wee one, she's crazy as ever, and has her Daddy sitting at the kitchen table playing with Play D'oh, the real stuff, and loads of accessories to help them create a ton of fun stuff. After a broken night of sleep where she stayed on a twin mattress and woke me by calling for me several times, I wound up sleeping on the floor and freezing some of my butt off (think that'll show up on the scales in a week or two? Probably not with the tray of homemade peanut butter balls, chocolate fudge and marshmallows sitting in my line of sight right now ...) until hubby woke me this AM and suggested I move into the actual bed.

Ah, traveling. It really is SO much fun. ;)

Happy not yet Christmas to you all. I'll try to be back later with a WW post. Maybe even a picture of Santa. Sshhh. Don't tell her we're going. We're figuring it would turn into an hour's worth of screaming for him as we drive into town. Oh, Lordy. Help me, please.

Tweet

Sunday Fun-day

My beautiful niece turns three today. It feels like yesterday she was born. I was quite pregnant, and up for many many hours while we awaited her arrival at the hospital. Here's to you, my pretty girl. And to your parents for surviving the last three years. As we know, they are not easy, the early days of parenting. And yet, we wouldn't change them for anything in the world.

As for us, my beautiful daughter cannot wait to see her to celebrate and enjoy the fun. I am sitting here with wet hair, a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. She woke up again last night. 3AM. We slept on the couch for a bit, and then at around 5:30 when my tush was starting to slide off the couch and the other cheek was getting a bit numb I decided to move her to the crib again.

It worked for the most part. Until hubby knew it was time for him to get up, and he had observed that the air mattress we had been (read we = he, and the dog) sleeping on had started heading South. Literally. Hubby needed me to get off of the bed so he could stand up. It was our only option. And so I did. And I figured, well, it's still got enough air in it for me to fall back to sleep until she opens her eyes and I hear the familiar call.

Yeah. Right.

I laid back down and the bed enveloped me. It was the funniest thing I've never seen. Seriously. I don't know how my husband didn't pee himself. Or maybe he did and didn't tell me. I was in tears, and I didn't have my glasses on, so I was blinder than most bats. Again, funniest thing I could possibly imagine ever seeing. Absolutely hilarious. One of those things you replay in your mind and keep cracking up as if it were the first time, and I had to create my own visual.

And so, I've been up since after 7. With a few too precious hours of sleep behind me. And a wet head of hair ready to go out into the snow. But at least my daughter is dressed. And she looks really pretty in her XOXO outfit. Why, yes, that's my kid. Stylin' like you would imagine. What? Just 'cause she's a Southern girl she can't rock the good brands? She can. And she does. And who has to know that Mommy bought this $45 outfit on sale several months ago at TJ Maxx. Come on. You wish you were me, no?

Happy Sunday, everyone. Have a fun day. I'm ready to eat my weight in cake and cupcakes since my poor brother and sister-in-law have had people canceling left and right. Anyone up for frosting? Cheers!

Tweet

Manic Monday Morning!

Well, my brother, sister-in-law [though I refer to her as my sister] and niece left this morning, and it was a little manic for us all, I think. We had a wonderful weekend and last night I got a quick glimpse of what it might have been like had I had twin girls. To any mom or dad of multiples, I BOW to you all!!!

We watched parts of a movie (Bolt!) and played together, had snacks (love those GoGurts, frozen, best snack ever) we rolled cookie dough in flour, used cookie cutters and shared nicely, we ate pizza for dinner, played with Daddy/Uncle and then ate our 1-1/2 cookies for dessert. And THEN the fun started. The girls basically ran around for like 20 minutes burning their excess energy, or, what we would truly define as an instant sugar rush. Then they crashed and burned and actually both fell asleep pretty quickly. Me in one room with my niece, and hubby in our room with our daughter.

He moved our little one to her bed, and when my bro/SIL got home from the wedding they were at they moved their lil one to the crib, and the two girls shared the same room ALL NIGHT! What a pre-holiday miracle!!!

Anyway, it was a lot of fun, and we're mellowing out this morning watching Dora's Christmas Travel Adventure, or what I prefer to call Dora's Holiday Special. Ah, the joy of Nickelodeon, such power that channel has over us all.

Hope you all enjoyed your weekends!

Tweet

Black Friday and Sweet Potatoes for Breakfast!

Anyone out there at 3AM last night? Was that an oxymoron? Not me. No way, no how. Even when I did go out shopping on Black Friday, I never left the house before 10. Seriously.

I used to love this day. Mostly because my mom and I got up somewhat early, but not nearly as early as these crazy shoppers nowadays. We would get ourselves ready and head to the mall. Any Brooklynites out there? Kings Plaza was our shopping haven. As a side-note, I used to work there when I was in High School. Maybe you saw me? But I digress.
So my mom and I used to do the majority of our holiday shopping on this day. We'd hit as many stores as we could, buy as much as we could carry, and sometimes had to go store the first stash in the trunk of her car in order to pick up more stuff.

The only thing I miss about the out and about Black Friday experience is that time with my mom. For the last few years of my living in NY I actually worked on BF. And so I would talk to my mom when I got to work. One year, without me, she was crazy enough to get out of the house at like 5AM. What? Who was this woman and what had they done with my mother?

Anyway, I wonder if she dragged my dad out anywhere this morning. This is actually his first year EVER home on BF. My dad lost his job before the summer, and unfortunately hasn't found a new one, and yet, fortunately, is "retired" now. But the whole point of that ramble is this was his first Thanksgiving not working, EVER. In my entire life, anyway, and then some, I'm sure. So it's certainly his first BF off. Pretty cool, isn't it? Actually, I'm kind of jealous. I think they're headed to my brother's today for a secondary T-day. We held this one year, and it was really nice. Wish I was there.

But, alas, here I am. I just ate the remainder of my Boston Market sweet potatoes for breakfast (with a few handfuls of stale Cinnamon Toast Crunch) and a few sips of sweet tea. Am I a Southern gal or what? (I kid! I kid!)

And my daughter, who woke up at 6 (AGAIN!) and wanted to come on down and 'eat something,' had a handful of popcorn for her first course, and is working on some mixed varieties of dry cereal for her second course. Although it appears that she's dropping some into her cup of water, but I'm so tired I'm actually okay with that. For now.

I have been doing some BF window shopping. Old Navy has some great deals online. $15 jeans (even for +size mamas like me!) and $5 fleece tops. And lots more, so that looks like it could work for holiday shopping for my nieces and nephew. Heck, maybe we'll even find stuff on there for the ILs? Now that would be a nice and easy shopping experience.

So, to those of you who head out into the real world, good luck. Although by now you're probably back in bed ... and for the rest of you, who are like me, pull that blanket up a little tighter and you'll be all set!

Tweet

My favorite things!

I hate being sick.

I am fighting whatever my daughter has, and for me it's making me soooo tired and cranky. My hubby kind of has it, too, but with his body's way of dealing with colds he'll be better by tomorrow. She's all goopy, but hanging in there, and was up most of the night. Which was so NOT fun for Mommy. Tired. Cranky. Almost achey. Headachey. Itchy. Cranky. Scratchy. Did I mention Cranky?

Anyway, we're hanging in there. We had to cancel a playdate for today because of the goopies, and I hope we are OK enough to make it to a Trunk-or-Treat event on Sunday. Mostly because I have responsibilities at the actual event as a volunteer, and also so she can have some fun before Halloween. If she isn't up for it I'll have hubby drop me off and drive her around some so she gets a nap for a change. We shall see!

So, a few of my favorite things for the day are:

Kleenex 
Orange juice 
Dota
Purell

Tweet

What am I doing up?

It is 12:51 AM. Yes, seriously. I'm posting at this ung-dly hour. Have I lost my mind, you ask? Well, not exactly.

Have you ever been just too lazy to get up and go upstairs to bed? That's kind of how I am feeling right now. We just watched loads of television. First Numb3rs, then two episodes of my new favorite crime scene drama, The Mentalist. And in between we caught some baseball (Congrats to the Dodgers!) and I made donuts again, with somewhat deflated biscuit dough, and yet, I still ate one. Which reminds me, I need to cover those up and put them away before bed.

Anyway, here I am. Sitting on the couch, a total slug. My head hurts, my eyes definitely ache, and I need to get up and go brush my teeth, get some water and go to sleep. Now is the time I wish I were a little kid again and my dad could carry me upstairs to my room. Gone are the days, but I can reminisce a bit anyway, right?

So, what time do you normally go to bed? Are you a night owl like me? Or one of those horrid morning people? Just kidding. I kind of married one of those, but he's actually both. Sort of. I'm the major night owl. Always do my best work after midnight. Which, I guess, is why I am here.

But I shan't tangent any longer. Is shan't even a word? My spellcheck isn't going off, and yet it's highlighting spellcheck. Hmmn. Deep thoughts. And off to bed I go! Sweet dreams!

Tweet