A is watching “The Fast and the Furry” (contemporary Tom and Jerry cinema recently issued on DVD). The price of achieving daily kid violence quota: 3.99 at Movie Gallery. Fulfilling Saturday breakfast request by making a bowl of cheerios and a boiled egg: 4.69 via Kroger. Being able to post to my blog uninterrupted? Priceless.
This week has left me with an intermittently twitching left eyelid. I googled “eye twitch” (also known as blepherospasm) and although the thought of having a brain tumor is much more romantic, at this point I think it is probably just the stress, fatigue and caffeine that is the root cause of my condition. Between beginning the week by taking A to the doctor (70.00 for scrips); a brownbag presentation on Wednesday; serving on two faculty search committees (chair of one), and pulling two consecutive 4am-11pm work days, I woke up on Thursday morning and said to myself “YESSS! Today is finally Friday!”
Perhaps, then, I should be excited by my prospects for Saturday evening social activities. There’s the sassy black women’s book club meeting, for which I had previously agreed to make mojitos…The second possibility—A work friend invited me to dinner and some nice Buddhist conversation. Third option: Birthday party an acquaintance/friend is throwing for her husband, who’s in the film studies department at the University. Upon further review, however, it makes sense that of all my options, I would rather stay home, put a log in the fireplace, and eat pizza while watching the “Lord of War” (mommy’s adult violence quota).
Random 3-yr old thoughts:
After I’d consumed half a brewski, A said to me last night “Mommy, your WHHHOLE breath stinks!”
A calls the University the “blah-blah-versity.” The word “blah-blah” has a privileged status in my home. For example: A is “SUPergirl” while I am “SUPer Blah-Blah.” After a long day, I don’t want to clean the “blah blah” kitchen. I’m still figuring out how to make it a verb, but I think I’m coming close this morning, because as my blah-blah period approaches, I am gradually getting closer and closer to chocolate chip cookies, tea and a comfortable fetal position…
But, mediating all of this has been my husband’s disclosure of things going on with him at work—which was in truth, a very intimate moment, followed by some good hugs and rubs. And I performed minor surgery on A’s fluffy moose, which also earned me some sweet huggage. Period? Bring it on baby! Got my cookies, got my chips…got my motrin and mojito fixins.
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