Monday is here. AGAIN. What is up with Mondays and the fact that they just keep coming and keep sucking and there’s just nothing we can do about it? Screw immigration policies and gas prices – Let’s find a way to make Mondays not suck donkey balls.
Where was I?
My weekend was nice. I had a good Mother’s day yesterday with my family. I ate way too much food, but I’ve had a healthy week so I didn’t feel too guilty about it. I actually told myself, “You deserve this third peice of pie for all of the grapes you ate this week!” I have a feeling if I rewarded myself like that every week? I’d never lose the last 7lbs of pregnancy weight. But – it was fun last night.
When we went to Staples yesterday we bought a roll of tickets for a totally rocking idea that I found out about last week. LilZ and I were going to spend some time putting words on the backs of the tickets and they play the “Story Game” where one of us draws a word – starts the story using that word – and then the other person continues the story using another word from the pile and so on. We were trying to decide how many tickets we should write “poop” on until we realized this was supposed to light a creative fire and since we make jokes about bodily functions all the time? It wouldn’t be much of a challenge.
Unfortunately, as usual, time just got away from us and we didn’t get a chance. Poop tickets or not.
(Poop tickets? Hee. Yes, in our house there is a guy outside the bathroom waiting to collect your ticket if you’re going to poop. You only get one ticket a day. This helps us cut back on frivolous bowel movements.)
I’ve been feeling the pull of trying to schedule time with both of my kids equally. LilZ is old enough that he can be independent and entertain himself for long periods of time, so it’s easy to just let him do that while I tend to domestic obligations and taking care of an infant. I have to make the decision NOT to do that though, because I’ve worked eleven years to give us a very close relationship, I don’t want to lose that. He is so understanding when we lose our chances to spend time together – but I don’t want him to become bitter about it later. So, I am going to make sure he and I get a chance to play with those tickets tonight.
He is growing up so damn fast. I would like to put that on the docket with Eliminating Crappy Ass Mondays: Children Who Won’t Stop With The Aging Already. Those are two issues I would like solved some time in the next session of Congress – Thanks.