wouldn't it be easier for all involved to just let the house explode?
today i'm thinking this would be a very satisfying route to take.
i hope tomorrow i feel differently because let's be honest,
could i really live without my pewter collection and cassandra barney painting?
but i would be very cranky.
i hate moving.
but you know what i hate more,
not knowing when.
of my existence, not my daughter, but the science fair. this year her teacher made it a requirement. let's just say that i haven't slept since yesterday at about 6:30am...meaning i pulled an all nighter...i feel like it's college all over again. you know that panic feeling at about 4:30 in the morning when you're like, "oh my, where did the time go, am i really still awake, am i going to get all this done in the next two hours, who am i, where did i come from, mama, papa, did i just see an angel, did i just hear a voice...?" she really did most of the work herself. i was just the "middle man" if you will (styler/typer).
it's not like we procrastinated persay. the first project we decided on weeks ago was- "is behavior contagious" i thought it sounded genius. she was supposed to go up to people and do something different every day like yawn, itch her nose or smile and keep track of how many unknowingly did it back to her. that lasted all of two seconds after she did it to tade and ollie and then got frustrated.
project number two was going to be about condensation... it flopped.
on to project number three about the best method for popping popcorn and here we are. of course corporate america has already figured out that it would be the microwavable bags that are most convenient.... but we had to do it the hard pioneerish way with ancient customs of stove top and air popper.
i'm so tired i could cry, but i'm really glad we did it together.
10 batches of popcorn popped in the air popper.
10 batches of popcorn popped on the stove.
$20 for supplies.
tears and tantrums.
oil all over the counters.
popcorn all over the floor.
cut up paper also all over the floor.
discarded glue sticks, blueberry carton, vitamin water bottles, and swiss cheese pkg, guess where... on the floor.
marker hyroglifics on the leprechaun.
sticky stubborn spray adhesive coating everywhere.
feeling like my head is not attached to my body.
nearly twenty hours spent with my daughter,
this morning i woke up with an achey chestus and chills...the beginnings of mastitis, and if there's one thing i know, it's that mastitis can attack its prey at any unsuspecting moment and overturn your little peaceful life. i've nursed the leprechaun longer than any of my children, 17 months, and it is officially time to end his love affair with the nectar of life. since i've tapered off, my "ladies" are adjusting to having their alone time...thus the mastitis i guess.
so today, it was i, and two other sneezy, sniffly, coughly members of the household that napped and lounged the sabbath away. the leprechaun, perhaps in a rebellion against the nursing strike, has started acting like he has a racoon infestation of rabies. what the heck is that? he attacks us with his feisty hands leaving vicious scratches on our faces and he has developed a lovely tantrum throwing festival of fury. he may look innocent, but trust us...