Eeps!

Just saw this picture, and — like any child-less adult — was properly horrified. Kids can do stuff like that??? Oh. My. God.
Thank goodness there was a fix!

Not Me Monday

  • This is not my first Not Me Monday post in ages. I am always on top of things.
  • I do not sometimes forgo cooking, and instead eat dinners that look like this:

  • I am not totally and completely obsessed with Glee. I watch mature television, like … the news.
  • I did not buy a copy of Guess How Much I Love You? while shopping with Best Friend on Friday night.
  • I am not obsessed with finding out with Twitter celebrities are real, and which ones are fakers. I would never “follow” a celebrity I suspected was fake, on the off-change that it was the real person.
  • I do not have an intense desire for honey-roasted peanuts, basically all of the time lately. I would never indulge in something so unhealthy when I could be enjoying a crispy carrot stick.
  • I did not throw a tantrum when Darling Husband’s computer crashed — losing my progress in Sims 3. That would be childish.
  • I did not “make a deal” with Little Dog last night, because she didn’t want to pee in the rain — and I didn’t want to take her. I would never resort to shady transactions with small dogs.

Fingers crossed


I am not one to get carried away with “potential symptoms.” Ahem.

But if I were one of those people to get carried away, I may have noticed …
  • I am super nauseous this morning. Right now, in fact.
  • I am not craving chocolate like I normally would be, with my period expected in four days
  • I do not have my “warning” blemish — that always means Aunt Flow is about to pull in the driveway
  • I am really, really, really hopeful for this month. We gave it a good ol’ college try, so to speak …
I hope I am not jinxing myself with this post, but I had to record it for posterity. Please please please please please!

Repeat after me: Third time’s the charm. Third time’s the charm.

UPDATED TO ADD: … and I was!!!

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My Husband Rocks

Dear Darling Husband,


This week, on Date Night, you taught me how to play Rummy.

Or was it called Rummy 500? 500 Rummy? I had never played before, unless you count Sesame Street Rummy with Little Sis — and you didn’t.

I have always been a bad card-player, but you are a total card shark. It always amazes me that you can play any card game imaginable, and you win at all of them! You can count cards, which is like a freaking Matt Damon movie come to life.

Thank you for not laughing too hard at my bewildered expressions as we played — and for putting the cards back after I shrieked, “No! Please! I was going to pick those ones up!”

You’re quite a guy.

Love, your wife
xoxo

This is the day we … what? What am I supposed to be doing?

Totally obvious realization: there are only so many minutes in a day.

Remember my days-of-the-week cleaning schedule — with built-in rewards like time for painting and facial-masking?

Well, it did not go so well. Let’s revisit last week, shall we?

Monday: Laundry … and Date Night with Darling Husband. We did no laundry.
Tuesday:
Ironingand painting We did go for a run, though!
Wednesday: Vacuuming/sweepingand Spa Night* I worked late. Joy, joy.
Thursday: Mendingand craft night with the girls Worked late again. Arrrrgghh!
Friday: Clean the bathroomsand sewing Caught up on the week’s TV and painted my nails
Saturday: Grocery-shopping … and scrapbooking Cleaned. Played Sims 3.
Sunday: Cooking/baking … and nail-painting Reading marathon

Looking at this list, I feel like a slacker. But that list doesn’t take into account the whole getting-up-at-dawn-to-write-for-two-hours thing. That makes me feel better.

This week, I haven’t been working (too) late, but I still haven’t stuck to the schedule! I played cards with Darling Husband on Monday, went for a run on Tuesday, cooked and watched TV last night, and will most likely crash in front of my DVRed America’s Next Top Model episode tonight.

I think I have learned a valuable lesson in overscheduling. Doing all of my chores on Saturday really isn’t that bad — and apparently I’m not capable of doing more during the week, but I’m OK with that.

I guess there is a reason that rhyme is no longer in fashion — who has the time?