Hey, it's ok...
...to be the mom who has to take a shower everday, and by everyday, I mean every morning at around the same time. I really cannot live my day unless I have a shower. You could say that I'm a shower addict. (When Brett and I are ever at a hotel, I take as many hot showers as I can just because I know we have great hotel water pressure and I don't have to pay for the water.) Consequently, my girls have become major fans of Pixar movies because I always put on a movie while I take a shower. With our new TV came the cancellation of cable and the emergence of DirectTV, which in turn came with DVR and three free months of Starz. We've been recording every Pixar kid movie we can. My girls love the movie Bolt so much that Claire will hand me the remote and say "Puppy! Puppy!"
...to share sickness. Hey, we're family. We share everything. I feel bad that I shared my deathly cold with Claire. She woke up the other morning with green snot streaming down her face. The next day, she started with the choking cough. Ugh. It's awful. We had some long nights and some days where naps just didn't go very well. We're on the mend now, thankfully, but we're still not well enough to, like, go to the library. Here's what our week pretty much consisted of:
Claire randomly falling asleep while I rocked her.
The girls snuggled on the couch, watching a movie.
Claire, randomly falling asleep on the floor while I filed old bill stubs.
...to not be able to walk anywhere in the house at a normal, adult pace because you constantly have an 18-month-old walking in front of you.
...to get insanely excited when a client subcontracts me to do a job over the weekend for a display for the President. Oh yes. I said the President. Very cool. I got the job done in good time and sent off to the printer. Then the client calls me up and says, "Oh yeah. Obama canceled his trip to the Albany GE plant." Major let down. Oh well. I'll still get paid for it.
...to have a serious addiction to pickles. If they sold tiny baby Kosher dills in bulk, I would buy them.
...to mildly regret starting potty training. Sophia is doing an amazing job. I'm not going to take her out of the house for any extended period of time, but still, she's getting it, slowly but surely. We've sort of been quarantined in the house because Claire and I have been sick, so might as well start potty training while we're here. I guess I'm just getting tired of washing a load of tiny undies every single flippin' day. If you feel like you need to go, go in the potty and NOT in the panties that I have to then change and wash...again. Seems like common knowledge to me, but I have to remember that it's NOT to Sophia.
...to realize that, even though we've been stuck at home with colds and potty training, it's still been pretty darn fun. You learn a lot about your kids by just observing them sometimes, and Sophia and Claire are really starting to play together now. I think Claire is starting to understand more and more everyday, and her vocabulary is getting larger. We did have to venture out a few nights ago before the snow hit. I was in need of milk and eggs, so we had to go to the grocery. Sophia was so stinkin' good while we were there, and when we were all back in the car and driving home, she said, "My have LOTS of fun. Let's go back tomorrow!" Think she's been staying home a lot lately?
...to take three days to clean your room. Yes, I said three days. Brett and I haven't really kept up our room since, oh, Thanksgiving. If people come over to visit, random stacks of paperwork and miscellaneous objects get chucked in the bedroom, and the door is closed. Not to mention the clean laundry that somehow never gets put away. So this week, I took a day to just put away laundry. Another days was spent filing old paperwork and bills. And the third day was spent straightening, cleaning, ripping down my old sewing station, and putting up my new table and sewing machine that I got for Christmas. It was my reward to myself for getting everything clean. I haven't used my new machine yet, but believe me, I will VERY soon. It's amazing how big our room feels now. The girls have taken to running around in circles in all of the open space.
...to adapt a Julia Child recipe and make one darn good roasted chicken. I love my new enamel cast iron casserole dish. LOVE IT. Thank you, Brett, for my anniversary gift.
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