Update from the Sidekick
I am so freakin' tired! We had a pretty good morning, mostly because I didn't rush things and let Julie run around naked for almost two hours while I got showered, dressed, made the beds, and took some extra time to put away and reorganize all the toys and books upstairs.
That train table we got her for Christmas is somewhat of a disappointment since she likes to take all the pieces apart and scatter them around rather than drive the cars on the track as intended. Joe keeps promising to put it all back together and then not doing so, which is frustrating to both Julie and me. So I did it myself finally.
By the time I got around to dressing the kid, it was pretty much lunch time and I managed to avoid a tearful wrestling match by promising that we would read books and play some more once we got the clothes on.
We heated up and ate leftovers for lunch, and I made the debateable decision to finish off with a few clementines that we shared even though she had some yesterday and they are known to give her the raging diaper rash if we let her have too many too often. But I wanted some, and it would be plain cruel to eat them in front of her without sharing. Diaper rash be damned.
Here we arrive at the interesting part of the day so far, and the explanation for why I would be typing a blog entry with my thumbs on a teeny tiny cell phone keyboard. We absolutely needed to run to a grocery store across town from where we live. The curry powder I use in a certain recipe that Joe requested is only available here. Now, Joe couldn't care less if I made that recipe tonight. But we like this recipe, and I need to buy this brand of spice eventually, and it's not going to get any easier to run across town when there are two tots to cart around. Not to mention that my fried little brain doesn't want anything to do with thinking up something else to feed the family tonight - especially since I'll be off eating yummy diner food.
So, despite a horrid little tantrum over the fixing of hair and the putting on of socks shoes and coat, I managed to wrestle the little monkey into the car. Its a cross-town drive, and was absolutely no surprise to me that the little nap-fighter conked out on the way here. No way am I going to wake her up and stick her in a shopping cart ten minutes after she falls asleep. I want a bit of a break! Especially since I got very little sleep myself last night.
Which leaves me sitting here in the Kowalskis parking lot watching a sleeping toddler in the rear view mirror. I only wonder if I could get away with closing my own eyes for a few minutes. Did I mention how tired I am? Very tired. Exhausted. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as we were on the way out the door, and I look like an old hag. So if I were to lean my head back and snooze for a minute, would I wake up to some well-meaning shopper tapping on the window to make sure we're okay, or in this modern, cold day would they look the other way and leave us alone?
Probably a moot point as my monkey has just stirred in the back seat. Time to wake her up and go shove her in the shopping cart.
That train table we got her for Christmas is somewhat of a disappointment since she likes to take all the pieces apart and scatter them around rather than drive the cars on the track as intended. Joe keeps promising to put it all back together and then not doing so, which is frustrating to both Julie and me. So I did it myself finally.
By the time I got around to dressing the kid, it was pretty much lunch time and I managed to avoid a tearful wrestling match by promising that we would read books and play some more once we got the clothes on.
We heated up and ate leftovers for lunch, and I made the debateable decision to finish off with a few clementines that we shared even though she had some yesterday and they are known to give her the raging diaper rash if we let her have too many too often. But I wanted some, and it would be plain cruel to eat them in front of her without sharing. Diaper rash be damned.
Here we arrive at the interesting part of the day so far, and the explanation for why I would be typing a blog entry with my thumbs on a teeny tiny cell phone keyboard. We absolutely needed to run to a grocery store across town from where we live. The curry powder I use in a certain recipe that Joe requested is only available here. Now, Joe couldn't care less if I made that recipe tonight. But we like this recipe, and I need to buy this brand of spice eventually, and it's not going to get any easier to run across town when there are two tots to cart around. Not to mention that my fried little brain doesn't want anything to do with thinking up something else to feed the family tonight - especially since I'll be off eating yummy diner food.
So, despite a horrid little tantrum over the fixing of hair and the putting on of socks shoes and coat, I managed to wrestle the little monkey into the car. Its a cross-town drive, and was absolutely no surprise to me that the little nap-fighter conked out on the way here. No way am I going to wake her up and stick her in a shopping cart ten minutes after she falls asleep. I want a bit of a break! Especially since I got very little sleep myself last night.
Which leaves me sitting here in the Kowalskis parking lot watching a sleeping toddler in the rear view mirror. I only wonder if I could get away with closing my own eyes for a few minutes. Did I mention how tired I am? Very tired. Exhausted. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as we were on the way out the door, and I look like an old hag. So if I were to lean my head back and snooze for a minute, would I wake up to some well-meaning shopper tapping on the window to make sure we're okay, or in this modern, cold day would they look the other way and leave us alone?
Probably a moot point as my monkey has just stirred in the back seat. Time to wake her up and go shove her in the shopping cart.
posted by Shelly Kang at 2:30 PM
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