10:11 pm

OKay--let's see if I can get this right. This is an e-book store that is offering a 20% discount next weekend (I think!) and since this page feeds to goodread.com, I thought I'd offer it up. Now watch me completely forget to offer it up on the weekend in question, right? We all know it. I'm a dork!

Mostly small stuff to blog--hopefully funny. I'm sort of having a hard time catching up on my sleep--I don't know why, either, it's so frustrating! I'll get five and a half, six hours one night, and the next day, I'm still a mess without a nap! (Oh... wait...)

Anyway, the kids have been very cute--now watch me try to remember how and not sound like a total dork when I do it, okay?

Ready? Okay...

Zoomboy came running out of the bathtub naked the other night--he was, uhm, boinging about, shall we say, when I told him not to play with that thing, and to go put some clothes on.

"But mom! I'm doing the pee-pee dance, and this is my pee-pee! Isn't that funny?"

*stark horror* "Yeah, honey... yanno... grownups might think that's funnier if you had some clothes on..."


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I was asking the older kids to take out the bathroom trash. Squish came up behind me and started lecturing, and suddenly I remembered something I needed to address her about: "And Squish--stop wrapping your pink-pig stuffed animals in the sticky white pads you find wrapped in the little green bag, okay? MOm and Chicken are going to need those eventually, all right?"

Chicken went, "What in the hell?"

And I said, "She's been wrapping Petunia Pig in maxi-pads for the last three nights. No, I don't know why. No, I don't know why that particular stuffed animal. All I know is that those things are hella expensive and she can clear half a bag in half an hour."

I walked away while the big kids were still laughing themselves into a pillbug position on the kitchen floor.

*****

I went to pick up Squish from daycare, and she was all excited because she'd gotten to help make cake!

"Yeah," the babysitter said, without a trace of judgment, bless her. "It was pretty interesting. She told me, 'When mom's done cooking dinner, she doesn't do dishes. No. She just sits at the computer pushing buttons. She likes doing that. She pushes a lot of buttons!

*****

Mate and I turn 43 on Thursday/Friday, and while my yearly present of Supernatural on dvd is looking me in the eye, tempting me on the table, I have yet to find something for Mate. Of course, that could be because Mate won't give me any hints, and it could be that Mate has also caved and spend out resources on the beloved and welcome replacement to our dear departed X-box, and that's all he wants. I don't know. I think Mate and I need a day of just us to decide and hash this out--or at least just a dinner for mom, with Mate!

*****

And that's it. It wasn't going to BE it--I was SURE I had some more stories for you, but in spite of stopping to take a shower and put the kids to bed, I still keep falling asleep here, leaving big jet trails of letters on the keyboard that I have to clean up before I push send! Anyway, I'm going to bail!

Wish me sweet dreams!