You haven’t napped since October 28th. I give in. You can have a pony.
love, Mama
You haven’t napped since October 28th. I give in. You can have a pony.
love, Mama
I think this sums it up pretty good.
Scene: Little Isis falls asleep with his head on Dr. Isis’s chest in Dr. Isis’s bed watching episodes of Super Why, after Little Isis complains at dinner that he does not feel well.
Act I: Dr. Isis becomes vaguely aware of feeling warm and wet.
Act II: Little Isis mutters, pitifully, “Mommy, I “frowed off.’”
Act III: Dr. Isis wakes up to find herself covered in the former residents of Little Isis’s stomach – the bread, apples, cheese, and milk he had eaten for lunch.
End scene.
*My warm and wet story for the day: getting peed on while watching manta rays on the computer.
All I want in the afternoon is SOME amount of time that is mine. A time with no chores and the audio input of my choosing. Not happening today.
You’ve sort of given up the fitness thing for two or three months and your 36th birthday goal weight is double digits away. You:
A. Eat more Halloween candy
B. Load up the MP3 player and hit the elliptical
C. Waste time on the computer and exercise later
D. Start tomorrow
Tonight I joined Facebook because I just don’t feel like my online life is half-assed enough.