Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Blogging 2015: 419 down, 1596 to go

What a beautiful day it was today. Fantastic husband got up at 0530 to go to CF for his 5th class, and shortly thereafter two little boys bounced in and started making noise. I screeched at them to getoutgetoutGETOUT! and bought myself another 30 minutes of silence.

The kids got the full-on breakfast this morning with cheesy eggs, bacon, toast, fruit, and juice. They all did a pretty good job of powering it down without whining (except for C, who prefers his eggs without cheese like a communist). Fantastic husband even made it home before the girl child needed to leave for school. Overall this morning was a win.

After the kids were off to school I made myself some breakfast and a cup of coffee. I skipped the spinach today in favor of orange peppers. I love mushrooms with eggs, shit I love mushrooms with everything. Cooked down in bacon fat? Fucking nirvana. If you don't like mushrooms, I don't care. More for me.


This mango was fucking delightful.


I went to the box this morning to do the first Lurong WOD for the Summertime Challenge. It was only a 5 minute AMRAP and after the last few WODs I've done it felt kind of easy. We also did max effort thrusters for 3 minutes and that sucked pretty hard core, but at least I didn't have to do the programmed WOD-it looked like fucking murder. I did my GHDs like a good child, had a banana, and went home.

Mmmm. Nana.


Since class ended a little ahead of time (thanks, Justin!) I was home before 10:30 and since it was such a beautiful day we decided to take the dogger out for a nice walk before lunch. We did about 2 miles and used a little gravel trail that runs on one side of the neighborhood in order to avoid the garbage/recycling trucks.
Lunch was more mushrooms (gawd, I love mushrooms!) on a burger and the remainder of the pepper I sent with the girl child for lunch.
Tasty, but they ain't fries.


After lunch we headed down to Jenstar for lunchtime flow. Pretty much every muscle in my pelvic saddle has been screaming for the last few days and this was the perfect 45 minute stretch. I was so relaxed after that I managed a 4 hour nap-good news for my shift tonight. I'm far less likely to be desperately tired at 3am.

So slept the sleep of the dead and fantastic husband took the smalls to CF kids. Apparently there was a tug of war involving all the kids and teens against the 4 adult men that were present. The kids won, and the boys were excited about it. When I woke up it was suppertime, which is truly excellent timing.
Lemon rosemary pork loin and roasted broccoli.


Now I'm chillin' in the living room, watching Wheel of Fortune (I'm watching it ironically), and considering a nice cup of chocolate flavored coffee to finish the night. I should also probably pull a lunch together so I don't starve overnight.

Tomorrow I'll pretty much just be sleeping and walking the dog. I was supposed to start a belly dancing class, but working husband plus no sitter = no class. Hope I can catch up next week.

Going to work a night early is a bit of a drag, but it means I have 8 days off next rotation and that does not suck.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Blogging 2015: 417 down, 1598 to go

Woot!  Got 7 miles today because we needed hamburger buns. Sounds a little stupid, yes? Well, I went to Costco this morning to refill our empty fridge and as I was leaving I got a text from fantastic husband "If still at store, get a pack of hamburger buns." I responded "Too late, but we can walk the dog to the BP."  So I got home, put away my $200 worth of awesome (we were out of a lot of stuff) and we walked the kids to school. Once they were dropped off, we continued on with the dog. The hilltop BP is just shy of 2 miles from our front door. A nice round trip walk. Well, they were out of buns so I said "Why don't we just keep going? We can stop at the one down the hill!"

Down the hill in this case was through campus.  Fantastic husband was game, so off we went. There was one package of hamburger buns on the shelf at the downhill BP, and we got it. Then we had to walk 3.5 miles home. Fortunately the rain held off and it wasn't too hot or windy. 7 miles later we had hamburger buns. I don't even eat hamburger buns.  Nice walk though, and just what my screaming glutes and hamstrings needed to loosen up. I'm skipping yoga tonight as it's softball season and I totally spaced on fantastic husband's game tonight.

I woke this morning to a snoring pile of 5 year old in my bed. I got them up and started dressing and headed downstairs to scrape together breakfast. I found a box of waffles, so we were saved. I had the remnants of a box of blueberries and my now standard egg-spinach-and-mushroom scramble.  Good stuff.

Food groupy.


Fantastic husband walked the girl child to school and I kicked back with a cup of coffee. Then he took the boys to the Y and I got ready for epic errand spending. The girl child now has a summer wardrobe and some new sneakers and we have a full fridge.  Then we had our hamburger bun walk, right before which I realized I'd inadvertently ordered TWO swingsets from Home Depot. Shit. I called them and straightened that out while we walked. Fortunately for me they don't charge until an item ships and we got one canceled prior to shipping. I do not need two giant mac daddy playsets. That is madness.

As a side note, the chick at the HD helpdesk was extremely nice and fixed my problem right away. I adore good customer service. This is what I would've had two of:



I didn't have lunch until almost 2pm due to our extended walk. Pretty basic and once again from the toaster oven.
I had to get more salmon today. It's just so damn tasty.

I couldn't tell you what I did this afternoon. It's all gone. So much for fish being brain food.

My last turkey burger bit the dust for dinner. I considered eating a bun just because.
Must get more Wildtree. Fortunately I have a hook-up.


Opted for dessert. We finally got a good batch of grapes from Costco. Fantastic husband describes it as grape roulette as half the time they look great but are mushy or sour or what have you...and when you get bad ones you have FIVE POUNDS of bad ones. These are delicious. Crunchy and sweet.
GET IN MA MOUF, SWEET THANG!

Tonight's activities are up in the air. I'll be watching Aaron Rodgers on Jeopardy, because Aaron Rodgers and Jeopardy, but other than that? Beaded knitting? Coloring? Maybe I'll READ A BOOK! FOR FUN!

My spawn are making noise, so I banished them to the basement. I will leave you with this gem from P (said while enthusiastically hugging his sister) "YOU CAN'T MILK A CHICKEN!"

I can't argue with that.



Monday, May 11, 2015

Blogging 2015: 410 down, 1605 to go.

Looks like I'm gonna have to do 5 miles tomorrow.

Yesterday I took some of my Mother's Day silence (it's the only thing I asked for) and powered through the foot of my right sock. Here's the result. I kind of love them. I needed green socks, and this was a quick easy knit.

Yay socks!

Today is the first day of the Lurong Summertime Challenge. Just 5 weeks in the summer, and I'm taking it as a cue to get back on track with the support of my fitness community.  

Here's breakfast-eggs with mushrooms and spinach. I tossed peppers in there on the weekend, but we're out now, so oh well.

I also had black coffee and an orange.

I went to the box yesterday for the Mother's Day WOD. It was a hero WOD and it was a hard one. Part of it was weighted lunges and my ass hurt like a bitch this morning, only to show up and do 80 wall balls and 1000m run. I'll be really surprised if sitting on the shitter isn't excruciating tomorrow.  

While I was at the gym, surprise! The sump pump replacement crew showed up at my house. I had them on the calendar for Friday, but there was an email I missed on Friday moving the appointment. I get like 200 emails a day. So I missed one. So sue me.  At any rate, we hustled home and the work was done. No biggie, except that it ate up all the free time I was going to use for grocery shopping this afternoon.  Oops.

The boys had PB&J for lunch by request, and I baked a nice piece of fish and tossed it on some mixed greens.  Looks pretty fucking fancy, doesn't it. You'd pay a hefty price for this in a restaurant.  I made the fish in the toaster oven while making the boys' lunch and pitching greens in a bowl with balsamic while I poured milk. 

That'll be $15 please.

I walked the boys to school in what became a fucking deluge halfway there. They thought that was awesome and they squealed and laughed with their superhero umbrellas. My sweats got wet. Flappity flappity flap. Wet cuffs suck. I was hoping to have enough time to wash before going back to school to volunteer this afternoon, but the crew didn't finish in time for me to do that, so I just stank. Meh. 4 year olds smell pretty bad. I doubt any of them noticed my crunchy hair.

I volunteer in the 4K classroom once a month. I did when the girl child was 4 as well. It's kind of fun, and it's nice to know the kids so that when my boys talk about their friends I can put names with faces. A group of 4 year olds is both unbelievably adorable and excruciatingly painful. Imagine every question that was ever thought of being asked simultaneously in 16 tiny high pitched voices and you have 4K. Kindergarten teachers deserve a medal. If I taught Kindergarten I would probably take steak knife and a tongs and just cut my own fucking uterus out to prevent having to live with a child that age. 

Today we made handprint flowerpots. I alternately wanted to hug and shake every single child. I mean cuuuuuuute, but also OMGFOLLOWDIRECTIONS.  At the end of my time they went to calendar time and I folded alphabet books. Ask me about the 4K weather song sometime. I'll sing it for you.  You'll be singing it forever. I did get a lovely parting gift, though. I don't know what kind of plant it is, but the boys are very excited to find out how it will look.


One little girl remarked "It's so cuuuuuuute"
She is super cute. It is also her birthday.

Somehow after we walked home in the drizzle, the sky cleared completely and it became a beautiful day. Just in time for us to hop in the car and go to CF kids. By the time we got home I was starving, so I tossed some hot dogs together for the kids and I heated up a leftover turkey burger and some peas for myself. 

I really love these turkey burgers.

After dinner the kids and I took the dog outside and played fetch for about an hour. She could play fetch forever and never tire.  She's so good now that she often catches the disc in the air- and tonight she was bringing it back and laying it at my feet. What a good doggie.  I did spend about half the time keeping her from pestering my plants.  Here's the garden box all planted. A little of this, a little of that and we'll see what sprouts!  The kids are already planning what to do with their pumpkins, so let's hope we get a few.

This shit is orderly 

I made the spawn go downstairs to play while I folded laundry so that I could watch Game of Thrones. It took me damn near an hour to fold all that shit. Kid laundry is the worst. But it's all done, it's all folded, and it's all put away. Except for the stuff I have to do tomorrow. Sigh.

At the moment I'm chilling out and considering having a bowl of cherries to finish the night. I think I will.

Oh, I got myself a Mother's Day gift.  A little pharmacy related jewelry.  I thought this was pretty cool.

I especially dig the old-timey hypodermic.

I'm not sure I'll make it to the box tomorrow as my errands were all fucked up today, but I do have yoga in the evening, so I'll at least get some good stretching in. It's been a couple of weeks since I made it to yoga and I have really missed it. 

Also I signed up for belly dancing. Because I enjoy making a fool out of myself in the name of abs. Now I just need one of those jangly belt things.

Friday, May 8, 2015

Blogging 2015: 402 down, 1613 to go

Hey, it's been a while!  Aside from the sump pump blowing up and working, I haven't been doing much except going to the gym and knitting.  Exciting stuff, yes?  Today is my first full day off, so I was actually running on a normal schedule which means being awakened at 5:50am by small children.

I batted them away until around 6:20am when I was forced to wake up and feed them.

Their breakfast was cereal and bananas by request, but I wasn't really ready to eat yet. At least not surrounded by Cocoa Puffs.  Have you eaten Cocoa Puffs? That shit is delicious. It is chemical, it is sugar laden, and it turns the motherfucking milk chocolate. 

I had 2 cups of coffee, we walked the girl child to school, and I came home and made breakfast for myself.

A shitload of spinach, a runny egg, and an orange.

After breakfast I took the boy smalls with me to the gym.  They love the ropes, and they climb them pretty well. Getting down is a different story. They just drop to the floor and I envision broken ankles and collar bones.  Sigh.

"Look at me, Mommy!!"

Today was rough at the box. It's been hot the last couple of days (which means 80s with humidity) and initially I was fine, but about 4 rounds into a 6 round WOD I felt like I was on the point of passing out. So hot I felt dizzy and nauseated. I went outside for a bit to get some air and came back in and finished, but it was slow as shit and I didn't do GHDs because the upside-down of it all made me feel like I was going to hurl. I'm a little proud of myself for finishing. I could've just stopped.

We came back home after the gym and I made lunch for the boys. Girl child had a half day at school, so when we finished up lunch we retrieved her and headed for Menards to buy garden supplies. I had some halibut with herbs and dijon and some asparagus.

So. Fucking. Healthy.

I drew a diagram of the garden and we discussed what we should plant. I'm going to use the Square Foot Gardening technique to keep things well labeled and under control.  The pipe is for trellis netting so we can train melons, peas, tomatoes, and zucchini to grow up instead of out. We're also going to run some pumpkins, but that will be over the side towards the fence.  The kids are super stoked. The trellis frame is made from steel electrical conduit reinforced with rebar. Cheap and easy.  It took me about an hour to construct the grid and the trellis frames. Dogs are shitty helpers. The squares are just wood lath. Planting starts on Sunday!

You know what really gets in the way of garden construction?
A Vizsla.

I came inside and peeled off my destroyed manicure and had a little snack.

Surprise. I ate 3 of these bad boys today.

The last freezer meal workshop I did included southwest turkey burgers. I still had enough stuff to make them again so I cooked up a batch.  I sold them to the kids as TACO TURKEY BURGERS!!! YAAAAAAY! and put cheese on them. They all remarked that they smelled great and 2 of the 3 ate an entire burger. I'm taking that as a win. Turkey burgers are generally pretty shitty and tasteless, but these are good. Just a little kicky. 

And snap peas.

After supper we took the dog for a walk and the kids played at the park for a bit. P&C invited themselves to play baseball with a father and son who were having a little batting practice. They were pretty excited. We came home and played in the yard a bit, then they had a little TV time and are now in bed. They are whining about being in bed, but it's fantastic husband's workday, I've been entertaining them all day, and dammit I need a break.

Since I wrecked my (week old) manicure making the trellis, I gave myself a new manicure. 

Neutral, yet sparkly.

I'll be hitting the box tomorrow at some point. Fantastic husband is doing the Walk a Mile in Her Shoes fundraiser against domestic violence tomorrow. If I'm feeling especially ambitious, I may take the kids to the dog park fundraiser. Then maybe rugby. It could be a long day.

For Mother's Day we'll be planting the garden. With luck I'll get to CF that morning...and I sort of want to go to the movies alone.  I used to go to the movies solo all the time and I loved it. We'll see, we'll see. Weirdly this is the first mothers day since I started crapping out kids that fantastic husband doesn't have to work. Which means I can leave the house...and maybe not feel like murdering all of my crotchfruit at the end of the day. That would be novel. 

Do all you mothers out there have big plans? Anyone like me who when asked "What do you want for Mother's Day?" answered "Silence."?


Thursday, April 23, 2015

Blogging 2015: 347 down, 1668 to go

Yep, just walking the kids again. Today instead of running I took my car to the shop to see why it was rattling. Turns out the heat shield had come loose and was banging against the drive shaft. Noisy, but no big deal to fix. I also need new brake pads and there's a leaking seal somewhere, but both things can be done next week and won't cost overly much. Not bad on a more than 7 year old car. I looked at the newest model of my current vehicle today. Aside from tweaking the dash, not much is different. Good. No need to update.

Though I have been pricing BMWs late at night. That's just pie in the sky shit, though. What the fuck would I do with a Beamer?

This morning I made pancakes for the kids, who ate huge quantities of them before I walked the girl child to school. Then I made myself a nice breakfast pre-WOD. Today was CF total (maxing out three different lifts) and I wanted to be full of protein instead of anxiety.

Look familiar?

So I took the boys and headed to the box.  I don't think I've ever made a CF total day. It's always fallen on a day I can't go, so I wasn't sure what to expect. It was fun. Just piles of plates everywhere and lots of success for everyone. 

I'm going to start by saying I'm a shitty squatter. I don't sit back on my heels enough and I rely on my quads to much. A couple of weeks ago one of the coaches fixed my form and I had a couple of scary days learning to trust my hamstrings. My 1 rep max back squat before today was 115# which is a laughable number. As big and heavy as I am, I should be able to squat a lot more. A lot more.  Today I hit 130# and failed 135 twice. That's still a dismally low number, but I got above 125# which was a major mental block for me. Now I feel like the sky's the limit. I watched people hit much, much higher numbers than that today...but I'm happy with mine. 

Shoulder press was a 2# PR. Previously I could press 65, today 67. Not a big increase, but an increase nonetheless. I'll take it.

Deadlift. I 1 rep maxed this a couple of weeks ago. I want a 200# really bad. I went 190 at the beginning of the month and today I got 195. It was ugly as shit but I got it. 200 is so close I can taste it. Again, so many others were hoisting much bigger weights, but my numbers are my numbers and they made me proud today.

I also did GHDs, because it was GHD day damn it. They sucked pretty hard today though.

After the gym we hustled home so I could get lunch on for the boys and get them to school. Yes these are leftover pancakes from breakfast. Yes that's peanut butter on them. Shut up.

Meh, it's food.

I went to the dealership and started my second sparkly purple sock while they dicked around with my vehicle, then made it home in time to realize that Broadchurch was on last night and watch the first 10 minutes which left me with a giant WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? and then I had to get the kids. Which means I can't watch the rest of the episode until late tonight or I won't be able to hear it at all. It takes place in Scotland. If I can't concentrate I can't understand the dialogue at all. David Tennant is sexy as hell shouting in his full Scots brogue, but I can't understand it at all unless it's quiet. Three small kids and a dog is pretty much the antithesis of quiet. 

After picking up the smalls and getting them a snack, I colored while the girl child did her math homework. Then we went outside and I played fetch with the dog for an hour. An hour. An hour of full on sprinting around the yard and she isn't phased at all. 

I folded laundry, then made dinner. Leftover burritos for the smalls and fish and veg for me. 

Toaster oven FTW.

I made popcorn for the smalls and started Planes: Fire and Rescue. They tossed popcorn to the dog and all seems to be well. I'm enjoying a lovely adult beverage and trying not to think about the water in the basement. There's a basement guy coming tomorrow to see if he can figure out where the water is coming from. I hope it's a simple solution, because I don't want to spend a fortune on foundation repair. Maybe we'll be lucky and it'll just be a leaky water heater. My main concern? He's coming at 10:30 which means I might miss going to the gym. Since going to the gym is the only thing that's going to get me out of the house tomorrow, I'm mildly irritated about that. Being an adult really sucks sometimes. It's expensive and boring. Two of my least favorite things. 

Take it eeee-saaaaay.


Now, to knit or to color? I should probably knit. Single socks aren't much use. But I got some nifty new metallic pencils I want to try...

I guess I'm not really an adult after all.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Blogging 2015: 346 down, 1669 to go

That's right. One mile less. And only because I walked back and forth to school a couple of times today.

I got up and did the usual morning routine with the smalls, then took the girl child to school. I made myself breakfast.

The usual.

Then I dragged the boys to the box.  They did well. So did I. I PR'd my split jerk at 115#. It's not much, but it's a PR and it's mine. The WOD was one I modified more than I should have. I could've done that with a 14# ball but I scaled to 10 thinking 21 reps x 3 rounds was going to be really awful, but it really wasn't. I am proud that I did a 55# OHS which is probably my weakest thing.  Nowhere near the Rx weight, but again, a biggish deal for me. 

After the workout I put C up on the rig and told him to see if he could touch the bar with his toes. He proceeded to do a perfect strict Toes to Bar. Little bastard.

We hustled home and I put lunch on the table for the boys and made myself a salad. I had a hair appointment at noon and I had to choose between showering beforehand and eating. Eating always wins in that scenario. Always. Plus, I know my stylist through the gym, so she's cool like that.

I could drink this vinaigrette. Srsly.

I took the boys to school, then hopped in the car to make my appointment. On the way I ate a disappointing plum.  I'm always so sad when a piece of fruit that I'm really anticipating ends up tasting cruddy. You know, an apple that looks so appealing but ends up being mealy, or a peach that seems so perfect but ends up pithy. This plum was such a pretty color and it's been such a long time since I had one...and it fell completely flat. Sadness.

Bitterness, they name is plum.

So I got my hair did. Color touch up because while I am not gray, I was blond not too long ago and color fades, yo. So I got darkened down and trimmed up. Now I look a bit more put together. I was approaching "Middle Aged Woman Who Can't Be Bothered Anymore" hair. You know what I mean. Shapeless, lifeless, "fuck it" hair. Then I showered, because fantastic husband came home today.

I mean, I'm wearing a running shirt and sweats, but at least I'm clean. 

So I got the kids, brought them home and helped with homework while coloring, then we took them back across town for CF kids. P&C were sad because they got to go to CF twice today and "Sister only gets to go ONE TIME".  We didn't walk today, just hung out, because there is some freaky apocalyptic weather happening out there today and I don't want to be struck by lightening in a blizzard while walking around an industrial park. That's a shit way to die.

We came home and had ham.

Leftovers.

And because my uterus has calmed down considerably, I decided to placate her into further submission with these sea salt and dark chocolate caramels. Which are fucking delicious. Thanks Costco!

GET IN MAH UTERUS.
I'm fully aware that this is not possible, unlike some state legislators.

So there you have it. My supercalifragelisticexpialidocious day. Tomorrow it's back to the box at 0915, then to the mechanic to see what the fuck is rattling around in my car's nether regions.

I should probably clean my car out a bit.

There's a lot of empty water bottles and bacon containers on the floor of the front seat.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Blogging 2015: 345 down, 1670 to go

This was my uterus for the 10 years I was on the pill.

I am woman! I am the Earth! I am in sync with the cycles of the moon!


She was a happy camper. All my internal organs got along famously well in my abdomen with nary a squabble nor a snit.  Then I went off the pill and got pregnant immediately.  My uterus felt useful and aside from a demanding candy and grape soda, she did her job well and didn't even trouble me much when eviction day came.

After my daughter was born I went back on the pill.

I grow people. I am a superhero, I lost the baby weight like a champ.

I should mention my uterus lost the baby weight. I remained a big fat fatty until...well until I got pregnant again and got big fat fattier.

When I got pregnant with the boys, I was sick a lot, but I blame my ovaries more than my uterus for that. My poor uterus got huge and stretched and for all that she did a good job and only bothered me when I let myself get dehydrated and when she was stretched farther than anyone has a right to ask of a reasonable uterus.

Then I got sterilized (Essure) and for a while, me and my uterus were buds. 

My work is done. Now I can retire and pick up a hobby. Maybe I'll start dating.
The large intestine is kind of cute.


Then, about a year ago, something changed.  My uterus became angry.

You want a piece of me, bladder? BECAUSE I WILL CUT YOU.

Prostaglandins started flying, she started twisting and squirming around in my abdominal cavity, and things went to shit pretty quickly. Literally. The prostaglandins that cause the uterus to contract cause other things to contract as well.

Stupid ovaries, I shall tear you to pieces and eat your tender follicles!

I don't know. Maybe my colon did her wrong. Maybe she's had a string of bad fallopian tube days. Whatever her problem is, it's been fucking up my life for way too long. Every month she tries to exsanguinate me and cut her way out of my body through my spine.

My uterus is a stupid cunt.

Monday I had an IUD placed, which will hopefully give her something to love and care for so she'll stop trying to eviscerate me. It was a pretty routine kind of thing, except that there was a new RN in the room along with the LPN that looks freakishly like my mother-in-law, and my doctor. It was a big goddamn uterus party up in there. I mean, I've had a large group of people focused on my ladygarden before, but only because my uterine clown car was about to expel it's contents all over the floor. It was a big room, there was a spotlight, and 8 people not counting me or my babies.  Then there was the Essure procedure which I got to watch as it involved a camera...and five other people in the room including a rep from the drug company. He at least stood over my shoulder so he saw the living room, as it were, but not the foyer. In your head I'd like you to pronounce that foy-yay. Because my ladyparts are fancy. 

In fact, there's probably upwards of 25 people who've seen my cervix up close and personal...and I've only had 4 sexual partners...and I don't recall any of them using a speculum.  When I was in pharmacy school you could get a job letting medical students from the U up the road do pap smears on you for money. I never did, but I understand the money was good.  This was before the days of vajazzling, but could you imagine how much fun you could have freaking out medical students with a vajazzled mommyparts? 

At any rate, with luck in about 6 weeks my uterus will shut the fuck up forever. Then you won't have to look at clumsy doodles of internal organs anymore.

I should've gone to bed earlier last night as I'd been up for a very long time, but I got hung up in Game of Thrones so I only got 9 hours of sleep last night. This morning I woke up to my alarm and the sound of small boys snoring. At least they didn't get me up at 5:50. I made them breakfast, got the girl child off to school, and came home to make breakfast for myself pre-WOD.

Pretty standard.

I took the boys with me to the box and they did pretty well. No one bled anyway. I was tired and really crampy this morning, but I did the WOD with a fairly heavy load (for me) and even got 8 whole double unders at one point. I even did the GHDs even though there's an angry Viking army stampeding through my abdomen.  Also I didn't pee myself. Or have to use my AK, so it was a good day.

I made lunch for the boys and took them to school, then made myself a lazy salad. 

Lunch.

Then I went down to the basement to inspect the puddle fantastic husband found yesterday as he was preparing to leave for work and a subsequent conference. Whenever he or I go out of town, something goes haywire in the house. Last time it was the dryer. Usually it's one of the kids getting sick, usually with something that leaves the remaining parent housebound. Bonus points if you're housebound, the weather is shitty, and you were going to go grocery shopping but now you can't because someone is puking.  So a little water in the basement is dealable. I couldn't find the source, but I cleaned up some of it and set the fans to drying out what needs to dry out.

Praise cheeses the whisky's on a palette.

After picking up the kids from school, we spent some time coloring at the kitchen table. I'm just going to say it. I am way better at coloring than my kids. You should see the shit they produce. Disgraceful.

Pritty.

I made them leftovers for dinner and I had fish. Lemony, rosemary-y fishy fish. It was delightful.

In the toaster oven, because I'm classy.

Now I'm enjoying a root beer and waiting for the smalls to finish eating so I can drop something at the post office and take a get well gift to a friend. 

IBC, It ain't Point, but it's cold.

Tomorrow it's to the box for 0915, then to get my hair did and my eyebrows tamed. Then another night entertaining the spawn.  Tomorrow is CF kids, so that helps.  I also DVRd Planes: Fire and Rescue which should be good for a couple of hours of silence if paired with popcorn.

I don't know if I'm going to get to yoga this week, which is sad, but OH YEAH I'M OFF FOR 10 DAYS so I'm sure I'll find the time somewhere or other.

So, um, I'd promise no more uterus talk, but that'd be a lie. No more drawings, though. K? K.