Lazy
Tonight's dinner was fajitas. They were tasty-yummy, even despite the fact that we use corn tortillas instead of flour ones because of Julie's wheat allergy. Joe is putting Julie to bed as I type, and I really should be in the kitchen putting away leftovers and cleaning up, but I am feeling Lazy - with a capital L. So instead, I've just checked all my favorite websites and blogs for the tenth time today and am now writing this.
I have been feeling Lazy all week, really. I just don't want to move my giant body. I want to sit still and mindlessly read the Internet, or work on a sudoku puzzle (evil addictive things), or stare at the TV. I don't even really feel like knitting. I want to be a good mom. I want to enjoy these last few days and weeks with Julie as a single child. I even checked out from the library a couple of books about things to do with toddlers. But I haven't read them yet because I'm feeling Lazy.
Today we were going to go back to the library and pick up some books and music I have on hold (I love online library catalogs!) But at 11:00, when I finally had us both full of breakfast, everything cleaned up, taken a shower and both of us dressed, Julie was more interested in staying home and playing with the new box of crayons we bought yesterday than going out anywhere - even the library, which she loves. She gets a new box of crayons every couple of months, after the nice pointy ends have rubbed off the big, fat toddler crayons, after half of them have broken and the other half have been peeled of their paper in a fit of toddler boredom/obsession.
So I said "Okay - this is a fight I'm not going to pick" and wandered off to check my e-mail again. Bad mama. To be fair, I did try sitting with her and coloring for a while, but she wants to sit on my lap and color, something that is extremely uncomfortable for me at the moment. Worse, she wants to tell me which color to use and share the same coloring book...which would normally be endearing except that I can't reach around my belly and her little body to even see what I'm supposed to be coloring. So I fake it for a few seconds, then stop and sit there and talk to her about the picture till she notices that I'm not participating in the actuall laying on of crayon. This lasts for about 15 minutes, and then I squirm away and go check e-mail.
Later in the day, after lunch and more play and nap time, she peeled my eyes open and said "Go library". I looked at the clock and it was 4 already and I had to tell her no. Maybe tomorrow. If you're still interested after I drag you along with me to my midwife appointment.
On the good news front, Joe told me that his mother called and offered to cook Bibimbahp - and I'm sure that's not spelled correctly, but it's an awesome korean dish that she knows I love - for us Sunday night in honor of my upcoming birthday. YUM! And may the unknown powers of the universe bless her for remembering my birthday and offering to celebrate it in a way that I will enjoy, even if it doesn't involve chocolate cake. We used to go out to eat for all the birthdays, but a couple of years ago I told her that I would take her home cooking over a restaurant meal any time - and she not only remembered but is willing to cook her awesome food for me! That's the love, people.
On that happy note, I'm off to clean the kitchen. After one more run through my favorite websites.
I have been feeling Lazy all week, really. I just don't want to move my giant body. I want to sit still and mindlessly read the Internet, or work on a sudoku puzzle (evil addictive things), or stare at the TV. I don't even really feel like knitting
Today we were going to go back to the library and pick up some books and music I have on hold (I love online library catalogs!) But at 11:00, when I finally had us both full of breakfast, everything cleaned up, taken a shower and both of us dressed, Julie was more interested in staying home and playing with the new box of crayons we bought yesterday than going out anywhere - even the library, which she loves. She gets a new box of crayons every couple of months, after the nice pointy ends have rubbed off the big, fat toddler crayons, after half of them have broken and the other half have been peeled of their paper in a fit of toddler boredom/obsession.
So I said "Okay - this is a fight I'm not going to pick" and wandered off to check my e-mail again. Bad mama. To be fair, I did try sitting with her and coloring for a while, but she wants to sit on my lap and color, something that is extremely uncomfortable for me at the moment. Worse, she wants to tell me which color to use and share the same coloring book...which would normally be endearing except that I can't reach around my belly and her little body to even see what I'm supposed to be coloring. So I fake it for a few seconds, then stop and sit there and talk to her about the picture till she notices that I'm not participating in the actuall laying on of crayon. This lasts for about 15 minutes, and then I squirm away and go check e-mail.
Later in the day, after lunch and more play and nap time, she peeled my eyes open and said "Go library". I looked at the clock and it was 4 already and I had to tell her no. Maybe tomorrow. If you're still interested after I drag you along with me to my midwife appointment.
On the good news front, Joe told me that his mother called and offered to cook Bibimbahp - and I'm sure that's not spelled correctly, but it's an awesome korean dish that she knows I love - for us Sunday night in honor of my upcoming birthday. YUM! And may the unknown powers of the universe bless her for remembering my birthday and offering to celebrate it in a way that I will enjoy, even if it doesn't involve chocolate cake. We used to go out to eat for all the birthdays, but a couple of years ago I told her that I would take her home cooking over a restaurant meal any time - and she not only remembered but is willing to cook her awesome food for me! That's the love, people.
On that happy note, I'm off to clean the kitchen. After one more run through my favorite websites.


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